Home in Appalachia
LIFE WAS GOOD for a Pennsylvania kid obsessed with flyfishing. Streams and trout were aplenty, and having a high-school shop teacher for a father meant summers spent hiking up Appalachian mountain streams in search of our favorite target, the brook trout.
Despite having access to endless waters, my eyes drifted westward. All of a sudden, those Keystone State streams seemed pedestrian, and Colorado’s beckoned. A few years later I was guiding anglers into the Colorado Rockies and spending summer months exploring the areas I’d dreamed about. On one of these exploratory missions, a sign
