After having been diagnosed with the Big C shortly before last year's trip to Norway and before being able to see an oncologist I really didn't think I would be able to travel and fish again. So I went anyway. Now, a year later, the treatments leave me unable to do everything the same way I used to. I hike in slowly and get in the water for a while but then take a rest and watch my brother and Yardsale cover the run and I'm completely content. It is a privilege to once more see an old friend. I thought we would never meet again.


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