I rolled into Castle Rock Colorado yesterday evening and stopped at the new Cabelas up to pick up my tag. So it's official that that is bring a hole in my pocket. The drive west of Topeka on 70 to where I finally turned off was tough. 450 miles of desolate farm land. It's hard to contemplate why someone would live there. It's funny though, I have all but forgotten about the drive at the sight of the foothills outside my door at the moment. I am looking forward to a couple days to wet a flyline the it's off to the wilderness.