Looking down on the Salt River Canyon
Just twenty four hours ago I was standing in this spot.
These pictures are what Sachen-san and I shared from our iPhones from our trip yesterday. We decided to go to the East Central portion of our state, particularly, the White Mountains on the Apache Reservation. We left my house at promptly 4am and drove through the Salt River Canyon and entered the White Mountain Apache Indian Reservation.
We talked and listened to music, it was an enjoyable drive.
We made the right turn at White River and continued on through to Hondah and bought our Reservation Permits. The manager there, I have been purchasing permits from for ohh, I don't know, a really long time. We introduced him to Tenkara. He wants to represent Tenkara USA so we made that connection with Daniel.
Driving up on Sunrise Ski Area 8:30a
On the way in
Japanese Fly Coil
Fishing Sebata-san's rod | line | fly
A stream that Zanko took me to called Gold Valley
Around the bend at Gold Valley
Two friends, just like us, rooted deep in the mountain and stream
My net and friend
On the West Fork of the Little Colorado
The Holy Grail
We dropped our packs and sat at the Holy Grail. We had already walked about two or three miles at Gold Valley then drove over to the West Fork and had hiked the three miles here. Sitting down, Sachen-san produces lunch. I pulled out my little Wheatley Fly Box with the date 12/25/1998 and the inscription from my Mom and Dad.
"John, this is the Holy Grail, the first place that I caught Brook Trout back in 1995, 20 years ago. My Mom asked me this year, "What do you want for Christmas?" and I told her and next thing I know, I have the box inscribed. Each year I return to this spot and I open the box.
It is a ritual that is a part of my life like breathing.
Panoramic from the third meadow
I pulled out the bento box that Sachen-san had prepared, onigiri and I had grabbed a couple of Asahi. That lunch was one of my favorites at the Holy Grail in the last twenty years. Thank you my friend, my new old fishing friend.
Standing guard on the way home just above the tunnel at Superior.