Old World, New Frontiers


Written by: Phil Monahan


Pyrenees 1
The author with a nice Spanish brown trout, which fell for a dry fly at dusk.
photo by Sandy Hays


Just posted on the Adventure blog.

The diesel Volkswagen van chugged upward through the switchbacks as we climbed into the low-hanging clouds. Soon we couldn’t even see the rain-soaked green valley below, and our world became focused on the steep, rutted farm path in front of us. Occasionally, a group of cows blocked our progress, their bells clanging loudly in the stillness, and Ivan would creep forward to avoid pushing one off the edge. The end of the road was a saddle between two peaks, and when we hopped out, the air was damp and cold. As we donned fleece and raingear, Sandy and I exchanged skeptical looks: . . .

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