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That final morning arrived all too soon. Pete would leave by 9:00, and the rest of us had finally decided the night before that we would pack up and leave as soon after that as we could.
So we had breakfast...
Said our goodbyes...
And hit the road. John and Mark and I had a great trip through some of the most beautiful country in the world. We made a minimum of stops, but took time at one Rest Area to take a close look at the Clark Fork. We counted; I90 crosses it 15 times.
We came over the last pass at dusk and got home just in time to hear the final horn of Isaiah's first game of the season. The home team had pulled off a 33 to 0 victory, and Isaiah, a Freshman, got to play a few downs for the Varsity. We missed that, but we were in time for a photo with the uncles.
That was an interesting and unusual ending for a fishing trip, but it emphasized the fact that, when all is said and done, it's all about the people you care about.
Even if the fish of the trip had turned out to be a lot bigger than it was this year, that isn't what we would remember most about our time at the Henry's Fork.
No, what we'll remember most is that four brothers were together at the Henry's Fork for the first time, and had a blast.