From Every Angle
Where The World Ends
A once in a lifetime trip to Patagonia.
Just Like Dad
I don’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t know how to throw a fly line. Fly fishing isn’t in my blood, but my father is.
The water flows indigo blue, with a gentle current. It bends and twists through ancient fir trees and wild grasses.
My family lives and breathes fly fishing. When it comes to breathing fly fishing, you might say I have asthma.
Chica De Mayo
An annual event celebrating women in fly fishing for 11 years
I am a fortunate woman to have lived in two, now three, different communities and developed an amazing tribe of women in both.