I'm Almost Back

The latest word on my truck is that I will have it back on Thursday morning. Here is a small update on what's been going on. They tried two fenders and both did not meet their standards, so they had to get a brand new one. They had put a new hood on and sent the truck to be painted. When it got there, they found something, I can't remember what, that caused them to pull it back and buy a new hood. Then it got to the paint shop and the color was just not right, so it went back. Every time something like this happens, it causes a delay in completing the repairs. No truck, no fishing. On the other hand, my plan was to hook up with Yuki and drive up to Ice House Reservoir (off Highway 50) is on hold. Ice house is at the elevation of 5450 feet. With the storm that came through last week, the local remote weather guy was at a place called Blue Canyon (off Highway 80, elevation 5282, and not too far from Highway 50) and he was more than butt deep in snow. I'm guessing that it'll be a couple of weeks before we can get up to Ice House for ice out. Last year I was there on March 26th, but it'll be, maybe, mid-April before we get up there this year. Yesterday there was this bright light in the sky. I'm not sure what it was, but I think it was the sun. It's been a long time since I last saw it, so I'm not quite sure, but standing in it's shine, was warm, well as warm as 48 degrees can be. I took the opportunity to walk around the property to see if more trees were down, and only found one branch laying on the ground. All I have to do now is finish cleaning up what's already down. I'm over (way over) vacation, hiatis, personal time off or what ever you want to call it and ready to get back out and wet a line. I think my rods and tackle boxes are getting mold on them. They sit, forlornly in my shop awaiting the return of the truck where they've lived for the last two years and where it's at least, dry. It's all that moisture from the snow blower that's making them moldy. That's it for now. I might get one fishing day in on Friday and I think I might head over to Amador for one last fling. I'll let you know. Till then. Mark