0638 CST D-Day. It's finally here. D-Day in this case means "Departure-Day". Weeks of planning, scouting, packing, tying, shopping coming to a head with a 20 hour jaunt to Idaho squarely in my sights. Scott, Jason, Josh and Aaron will board an aluminum tube with rockets strapped to it on Saturday, and I have to be at Idaho Falls Regional Airport by noon or else.
Anxiety is the word of the day. I'm driving our Armada, stuffed to the gills with my gear, and theirs. Shocks, struts, rotors, brakes, belts, oil and tires have all been changed.
1300 miles
16 miles per gallon
90 gallons of fuel
2 (over night) stops
And that's just the trip out. Rinse and repeat in 10 days.
1338 CST-Damn. Can this day go any slower? Mowed. Got some last minute work done. Now looking at the pile of gear that has to fit in the Armada. There must be $10,000 worth of rods, reels, lines, flies, waders, packs, boots and various other necessities getting ready to be crammed into a very large SUV, that all of a sudden looks much smaller.
Gas-Junction City Ks-303 miles
Sleep- Wakeeny Ks
More gas -Burlington Co (646mi), Laramie,Wy ( 933mi), Boulder, Wy (1233mi) and on into Idaho Falls for a night in the Super 8. Then the fun begins...
1454 CST- Damn. Am I ready!!?? Armada is as loaded as it can be. Got to pack the clothes. Scott, Jason, Josh and Aaron are texting, they got the bug too. Seems my nickname for the trip is either Duran or Swedish Meatball..smh...
1600 CST-OFF!! next transmission; somewhere in Idaho!!
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