A Fisherman’s Breakfast
The best place to stay in Avery is above the gift shop they tell me at Big Eddies and they are right. I am pleased with a spacious two bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and heat. “There is no place open at 6 AM for that coffee you want”, the owner tells me. “But you are in luck tomorrow across the street at the old train station we’re having the Fisherman’s Breakfast, starts right at 6 AM.
The early morning anglers and their families greet me warmly. For a buck I take a chance o a raffle to win a year’s supply o f hand spun fishing flies [Don’t know what I’ll do with them in Scarsdale. Yet, the sure look pretty] It is the Memorial Day week-end. The weather only partially cooperates. It rains, it shines, it rains again and on ward I push toward Gold Summit, Montana, St. Regis and the mountain of bears and wolves.
“You will be famous”, the family at the gift shop remind me. For the first time, in reversal of the usual pattern, they ask if they can have their picture taken with me. Of course I oblige.
