Spent a few days hanging out and talking with a bunch of rocky mountain types in Denver. I was amazed at how many of them either come over here to fish for steelhead, or are trying to. Almost every person that reads this can drive less than 2 hours, and cross paths with a steelhead. I've been in WA since '96. I haven't taken this place for granted once since I arrived. That being said, I kinda forget how many people would kill to be able to do a day trip to the OP, or Columbia tribs. It's just what we do. It was a reminder for me to treasure every single precious second I get to spend on the water looking for the big one. The rain smells clean, the water feels good on my legs, the beer is cold, and my fish is out there. Life is good.