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Remember Groucho's old saying? Love goes out the door when money comes innuendo.

Before relocating to Hood River I would often float the Yak solo in a raft. I have no qualms in recommending the float from Ringer to Mahre even if you've never done it before. The worst that would happen is that you'd miss your takeout, but good directions from someone at Red's would easily...

I use Albolene cream. It's cheap and (no joke) it doubles as a hand moisturizer when my skin starts to crawl from being wet all day. I learned about this rom a guide on the Yak.

Would it be too much to say that it exemplifies conceptualistic innuendo, pyramided on spatial forbearance, and yet altogether tokenish of tactile cosmological luminosity?

Repeat: Deschutes Angler. Amy included an 'invitation' in her blog in their website.

Lettraset or Chartpak? Capt... you're really dating yourself!

A guy brings his dog into a bar. The bartender says: Hey - dogs aren't allowed in here. The guy says: You don't understand... this dog talks. The bartender rolls his eyes and says: OK; I'll bit. Show me. The guy says to the dog: what's on top of the house? The dog says: Roof. Then the guy says...

I'm right with you there. Talk about cringe-worthy!

I'm sort of amazed that I can get my 67 year old butt down (and then back up) the bank, although it does prove that desire is everything!

I was over on Drano the other week with no luck... lots of off-color fish jumping. As far as the other SWW river, did you use the rope to get down to the river? I often go there with a friend to fish for trout, although he has had good luck with steelhead.

Verrrry pretty! I, too made bread over the last few days. I tried a new rustic white bread recipe and added caraway seeds. Its a keeper!

This is more of a cherished memory than a weird woodsy experience. As a kid I attended a Y camp near Narragansett Bay in Rhode Island. In addition to the main camp area they owned a plot of land on an inland lake. Once each 'term' we'd spend a few days camping there in the woods. Evenings...

My fist thought while looking through these photos was: How can we be so dammed fortunate as to live in a place so beautiful?!?

Many years back one of the local supermarkets featured a radio ad with someone named Kay McCarthy. This prompted my own bastardization: This is Kay McCahthy with the Stah Mahket recipe of the week. This week: cohn-fed baby peckaheads'. Maybe you had to be there.

That's peckaheads, in true Boston-speak!

Wanna trade your Tornado for a 42# chain anchor?

What type of anchor? Pyramid? Tornado? Chain?

.. And give yourself a generous raise, while you're at it, on my authority.

That reminds me of a story that a friend told me, about the time he captured a goose in his arms. The chase had so consumed his attention that he forgot to consider: Now What??

I'm up for fishing the D! Would you consider going farther upstream where the hot weather hasn't affected the water temps so much as at the mouth? Granted its a longer drive, but worth it, as the fishing is often better. (Camping at Mecca??) If folks want to float the Warm Springs to Trout...