The sun rose over a misty Columbia River early this morning as I was on my way to Wenatchee for the day.
It was a beautiful day, and would have been a good day to be at the lake, but once again this week other things called for my time and attention. Important things, things that also define my life. Just not fishing things.
Tomorrow, too, will be busy; no trip to the lake then.
So it's down to Monday, the last day of the season at the lake. I just checked on one more possible conflict and found that I'm good to go. I plan to be there early, before it's too late.