Remember how I said it was straight downhill to get to the stream. Well, it was straight up when we were done.
I headed up the mountain and got to the motorcade in good time. However, El Presidente was nowhere to be found. I wondered if he just got tired of listening to me talk, or he got ate by a bear. After a short wait and no El Presidente, I headed back down the mountain to rescue his fly rod, fly box, and whatever cash he had in his wallet, and this is what I found. It was El Presidente waiting to be carried the rest of the way up the mountain in his pharaoh chariot.
Sunset in the North Georgia Mountains.
Why canít these things stand there and look at me stupidly while I have a bow in my hand!?!