Thursday, March 22, 2012

Dreaming Big

I have rarely been accused of modest dreams and aspirations. In fact, I can't imagine any situation in which my dreams and aspirations and delusions were anything but grandiose.

One of those dreams has been to do some sort of exotic trip to either Alaska or Patagonia and to cruise the inside passage and fish for large fish and generally get up close and personal (in a dignified, gentrified manner) with the natural order of these places.

Previously, I thought that one of the small cruise/adventure outfits would fit the bill -- the right balance between fly fishing (for me) and hiking/adventuring/etc. for the family. Something relatively modest in an area where things are friggin' expensive.

But now Orvis has taken the dream to a whole new level. Why skulk about on a motor yacht when you can skulk about in a motor yacht with, not one, but two helicopters. And a "fleet of jet boats and Zodiacs". And "9 fly-fishing guides and 3 naturalists". And a "chef and sommelier....to nourish the body and spirit". Do they also have yoga?

My body and spirit need nourishing. Anyone will tell you that.

I think I've found a new dream. I've been far too modest.

Heli-fishing. Is there any other way?

This is gonna cost me a bundle and Ann has already given me "the look" when I suggested we use the boys' college fund. You can send donations to PayPal via the Contact Me link above.

16 comments:

  1. Let me know when you're ready to book it. You'll need company.

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    1. This is good, Mike. Once again, I've been thinking too small again. Why not charter the whole ship? Bring along friends and select family members and fellow bloggers. This is good.

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  2. Gettin' back to nature. That's what it's all about, man.

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    1. Definitely leaves my pining for the fjords.

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    1. You are on the list!

      I appreciate the disdain for beads.

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  4. I'd go too, but my yacht (Casino Royale from the James Bond movie of the same name) is waiting for me at the Port of Sacramento.

    Mark

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    1. Clearly, Mark, you are not the target audience.

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  5. This is what happens when your lanyard runneth over. Two choppers is the natural progression.

    Not catching tarpon would be more dreamy than not catching steelhead, I suppose.

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    1. How about not catching twenty pound Browns in high mountain rivers!

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  6. Or stay right here; the Forsythia's a bloomin ;-)

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  7. The forsythia is blooming. The fox is in his hole. The worm has turned. Broadsword calling Danny Boy....

    Yes. Going down late afternoon Saturday.

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