Author Archives: Roger Haston

One of my favorite memories from growing up was going out in the late summer and picking all the wild berries that grew around Humboldt County. It was always such a joy to eat these wonderful blackberries, huckleberries, thimble berries, salmon berries and know that you didn’t pay a thing for them! Yes, it’s true,Continue reading “Elderberries”

I am happy to report that the stab wound in my hand is getting much better. And I know what you are thinking. No, I did not get into some brawl at the local Wenatchee honky tonk. I managed to stab myself with my leatherman tool. They profess to be instruments of great versatility, likeContinue reading “Stab Wound”

I fussed around with my new fly reel and concluded that it was a piece of junk. No instructions, just an engineering diagram of all the parts. I pretty much took the thing apart trying to figure out how to switch it from a left-hand retrieve to a right-hand retrieve, but to no avail. SusanneContinue reading “Lake Valhalla”

The count is 267 days currently. That is, New Zealand Immigration has had our application for 267 days now…not that I’m counting. We really thought we would be there by now, but alas we are not and with the ongoing CF called COVID, I am starting to lose hope a bit. I have tried toContinue reading “The Count”

Today turned out to be a bit of a fuster cluck. More on that later, but first an update on the ongoing celebration called Susanne and Roger bumming around the country. We have settled in nicely to our house up in the mountains outside of Wenatchee. I think Sadie is glad to be settling downContinue reading “Fuster Cluck”

A bit of a pause on the blogging, but back it at now. We finished out our stay at our beautiful little campsite along Fish Creek. We were very glad to have such a nice place as the hordes from Missoula showed up for Labor Day and it definitely turned into a bit of aContinue reading “Wenatchee”

It is hard to believe, but I am now sixty years old. I am not sure how this has happened, but it has. Time has a way of just moving forward. Or at least that is how we perceive it. To quote something published in Nature: “According to theoretical physicist Carlo Rovelli, time is anContinue reading “The Big Six Oh”

August 31st: We woke up to a huge wall of smoke outside the trailer. Ugh. My eyes had been burning all night and now with visual confirmation that the world had come to an end, we made a quick decision that our time in the Madison River Valley had come to an end. The thoughtContinue reading “Moving Day”

August 29th: Based on Laura’s weather forecast which included increasing wind for the rest of the week, we decided to head on down to the lake and try to get some fishing in before the flotilla took over (the hordes of weekend people on kayaks and sups). Frank took the boat down and we walkedContinue reading “Cattle Guards and F bombs”

All of our spirits have been given a big shot in the arm as the smoke has cleared out of the area and for the first time we have really be able to see the grandeur of the Madison Range looming off in the distance. I had forgotten just how amazingly beautiful this area isContinue reading “No Smoking Please”