Author Archives: Roger Haston

I have always had a dubious position in the hierarchy of the family. What has been absolutely clear is that I am not at the top. When Ringo was alive, there was a small chance that I wasn’t completely on the bottom, but it is clear that the two ladies of the house, Sadie andContinue reading “The Queen”

Way back when in Boulder, and during an era when the bike-rider-that-shall-not-be-named theoretically won a lot of Tours de France, I bought a charity ride with Tyler Hamilton. If you don’t know Tyler, he was the antithesis of the rider-that-shall-not-be-named. His teammates loved him. He was super exciting to watch. He had a tolerance forContinue reading “Sufferfest”

I have this bad habit of talking to myself. And although someone studied the impact of COVID on the rate that people talk to themselves and found that indeed COVID has caused people to increase the rate at which they gab out loud to themselves, my rate of self-conversation has always been high. To quoteContinue reading “No-Mumble Room”

Well, ok. There weren’t lions or bears. Or tigers either, for that matter. However, I did catch a Tiger trout which was cool. I had never actually heard of them before and I guess they are quite rare. However, in Beehive Reservoir, they stock them and I was fortunate enough to catch one. After beingContinue reading “Lions, Tigers, and Bears”

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”