Checked out

There’s better than thirty-six hours until departure, and the high temp today won’t hit 60. Yet I feel compelled to spend the day in sandals.

A wise man once told me the second visit is always better, because you know what to expect. And if what you’re waiting for is bonafide fly-fishing mayhem (i.e. absolutely off-the-wall bonefishing), one might tend to get a little anxious.

In other words, I’m already checked out.

MG signing off (as it feels like FIBFest has already begun, or at least I wish it had)