My friend Sean goes on an annual fishing trip to where the Deschutes meets the Columbia every year. This year his usual buddies couldn’t make it, and he invited me. Even though I’m not really into fishing, I figured I had to go, since
a) I live in Oregon now, and salmon are like hoppy beer and coffee: plentiful and delicious in the northwest.
b) He provided EVERYTHING I would need… waders, tent, fishing rod, lures, lessons, and patience.
c) it would mean 2 days of camping with Sean, and he has a epicurean talent unlike anyone I’ve ever known. He cooked steak sandwiches, breakfast burritos, and spaghetti for us all without a campfire. When I camp, I eat cliff bars and crusty PB & Js. When I camp with Sean, I eat better than I do at most restaurants.
so I went, and now we’ll have Chinook for dinner sometime soon!