A ball drops in Time’s Square and it’s gin and bubbles through the night til early dawn. Then a brand new year kicks off with mimosas and a hundred hours of college football on the tube. Was that your New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day?
In Hiouchi, it’s a different rhythm. We get our cocktails in early — this year it was shots of Jameson’s at Bill and Renay’s next door. Bed time is still 9-ish because if you are fishing the Smith you meet your guide at 6AM at the gas station for chit-chat, coffee and the start of fishing (that’s Maura and Michael with local guide Kim Hagen on the Smith this new year’s). And if you get up at 6, I’m probably up by 5. Eee gads.
Sure, I read about the Stanford Band and the final score from Pasadena but not from the TV. For most of this January 1st we were either down by the river yukking it up with guests and guides or out on the trail with Molly, slipping on an icy trail up Stony Creek Trail to probably the prettiest spot on the Smith, the confluence of Stony Creek and the North Fork. I admit to missing the buzz of the Bay, but realize there’s something unique about the redwoods. You can’t have it all.
Here’s a few photos — recent guests Max and Astra, Sarah and Sharon, and Maura and Michael as well as scattered shots of food we cooked up and some sights we saw this past week.
We needed to look hard at these photos, to remind us the distance from bookstores, bagel shops and wild times under a dropping ball is worth it. And it just might be.