In September of last year (2022), I left my job of 30 years and headed into the unknown arena of unemployment.
A few months of playing with my boat, The Swede, and a week+ stint on the houseboat Miss Bountiful, and it was time to find new employment. I ended up at a plumbing supply warehouse. I spent four months there, until yesterday.
So today, the 25th day of March, I find myself again unemployed. At least until next Monday.
Out of the blue, I found an opportunity to go work on the Green River below Flaming Gorge dam. I’ll spare the details for now as I will be writing about these things in the future. But suffice to say, I will be working for a Flyfishing guide service. A dream job as you will.
The waters of the Green, particularly in this section, are Holy Waters in my canon of Life. It is my Mecca, to which I have not been for a few years nor practiced its religion of Flyfishing for even longer. I’m about to embark on what I hope to be a life-fullfilling adventure.
I’m 56, about to turn the odometer another click in a few months. Why not?
It wasn’t anything I saw coming. So why not even to the more??