My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Now we were ready to try casting into water. Alex cautioned us that the fish had not been biting well. Due to the spring's high flows, the water had been murky for weeks, and had only cleared up three days before. Also, it takes lots of practice to cast well. And the point of fly fishing is not really how many fish you catch. It's the journey. And so on. So I wasn't expecting too much.
The woman staffing the visitors' center told us about nearby Nevada City and Virginia City. They're located about ten miles apart in the area of an 1880's gold rush. Both have short main streets with buildings from that era.
A collector of old log buildings bought Nevada City and bought a bunch of old log buildings and relocated them there as a museum.
Alice and the other doctors were just finishing up the grueling conference. The three of us grabbed lunch at one of the kiosks at the base of the ski hill, then headed south toward home.
I thought the beautiful wildflowers were a nice way to say good-bye to Montana and end the trip. But wait...there's more! We drove up on three cars pulled over to the side of the highway with people pointing across the distant river and looking through binoculars. And there it was! Way off in the distance, but visible with binoculars....