I enjoyed a few days in Idaho for the first time in years. Water levels were great, pull-outs were generally full with other fly fishers and the cutts were persnickety, often rising and turning away from our dry flies. Nymphs rarely got any love. But even with all those challenges, it was a great time and I got to fish with my son which is a rare treat. We caught enough, saw some wildlife, baked in the sun and soaked in the beauty of a deep river valley covered in cedars.