It seems hard to believe that this many things could go wrong in a single 24-hour period, but they did. And they really put a damper on the fishing. Don't get me wrong, we had a great time and I would have done it again, just differently. We started out fishing the mainstem snoqualmie. Amy hooked a big fish at Plum's Landing! But it broke her line -- a bad knot on my part. Then, down the river a bit, the rod snapped. Just snapped while trying to de-snag it from a rock. Yes, we have a backup, but that was the nice Reddington!!! I tell Amy that, as she is tagging along on a manly fishing trip, she's got to march into that gas station and buy and Playboy. Here's $5. Well, she didn't really follow directions because she came out with a magazine called, get this, Plumpers and Ugly Women. Can you believe they even publish that magazine? We drive up to the pass and stop to do some fishing near Ensign ranch. Things got freaky in the truck! That kind of surprised me. Maybe we were subconsciously trying to give those Mormon's a thrill. Anyway, we caught no fish at Ensign Ranch and I was surprised to see some pinks jumping around up there. Can you imagine what an incredibly long distance it must be to get to Easton the long way around? So we decide to get some beers and watch the ALCS at a bar in Cle Elum. Wait! Someone forgot their ID and we're kicked out of the bar! So we have to settle for a six pack of ESB on the road to Moses Lake, where we have a room reserved. What? My credit card has been declined? Some kind of fraudulant charges? Garrrrr! Well, thank god I carry a spare. Lenore was interesting the next morning. I hooked a fine Lahontan and lost it right at the boat. But neither of us caught a fish there the rest of the morning, even though the cheeky b***ards would swim right under the boat. We saw Chromer there. In the afternoon, for something different, we drove up north up into the park. We stopped at, I think it was called Park lake, just to look around. Whoa! there were some huge fins cruising around in the water! And look, there's a swirl right there! I cast out to them and caught two little planters in 2 minutes. Finally, some fishing! Just then, a voice calls out HEY DON'T YOU KNOW THESE ARE CLOSED WATERS!!! A State Parks guy had driven up behind us and loudly informed us we were poaching. Ugh, called out in front of the little woman. In my defense, I couldn't find my regs, and the WFDW wasn't answer their phone and I guess I was caught up in the moment and not thinking. I never fish closed waters. I make the hard decision to go to Dusty Lake, because it has been fishing really well for me in the previous weeks. I call the Worley Bugger and ask them to look up its regs first of course. According to them, its open! So we drive an hour to get there and Oh no! The gate to the park is closed! You can't get anywhere near Dusty!!!! And now we're an hour away from anything and its late in the afternoon. Garrrrr! Wait! There's a back way into the park! At least we could fish Burke Lake. So we drive around and find the back way in. Park the truck and rig up and walk down to the lake and OMG there are about 2000 dead perch floating around in the water I'm guessing Reotone, maybe that same day. WHAT KIND OF LUCK IS THAT FOR ONE DAY??? Clearly, the Gods are telling me its time to get home. So I retreated with my tail between my legs, happy to get home in one piece. Wait, we stopped in Cle Elum again and fished the Yakima where a certain creek meets it by some railroad tracks. I caught a couple of beautiful 12" rainbows on a yellow sally and an EHC. So at least the trip ended on a somewhat positive note. Sadly, even though I caught a whopping 5 fish on the trip, 2 of which were poached, Amy caught none, which just sucks if you ask me. Epilogue: Amy got me up the next morning before light and we hit the Mainstem Snoqulamie, the Raging River and the South Fork. I landed a nice 14" SRC on the mainstem and, on what was probably our last pheasant tail, Amy caught a tiny little fish on the Raging. So technically she wasn't fishless. It was a fun trip but like I said, the fishing was unlucky.