I posted this many years ago about a grave marker on the North Fork of the Clearwater River in Idaho and got an email from the family related to the site. Can you please email me as I lost your email to me and would like to include this story in my new book. firstname.lastname@example.org
The gods do not deduct from man’s allotted span the hours spent in fishing.
Once or twice a year I get out to visit my brother, Don, who lives in Sandpoint, Idaho. We usually come out once in the winter to ski and once in the summer. Stephanie loves picking raspberries, collecting wild huckleberries for baking, taking the dogs for a walk in the woods and other outdoor stuff we can’t do in London.
And if we can, Don and I sneak off for a day or two of fishing. This time we drove up into the Bitterroot Mountains and the Clearwater National Forest to fish the North Fork of the Clearwater River. The Clearwater, besides its name describing what it looks like, is famous as one of the rivers that Lewis and Clark negotiated on their epic exploration of the uncharted American West between 1804 and…
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