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Twilight and Salmon
Though I’d never spent a day fishing with “The Old Man and The Sea”, I’d come to count on Hemingway and my annual fishing trips either at his home, Windemere on Walloon Lake or at my family fishing lodge, also located in Michigan. Each summer, my fishing excursion with Ernest allowed me a much needed, calming refuge after the year’s adventures. On a “Big, Two Hearted River,” Ernest and I set up camp on the north bank and started an inviting fire on which to cook our salmon, freshly caught on a fly, of course. I stirred a handful of fragrant espresso beans into a large pot over the fire and then scooped out hot spoonfuls of coffee into our small, tin cups. As billows of smoke twisted out of the dark, steaming drink, my thoughts turned to Lady Redd. I asked Hemingway what he thought about love and he it was a hard thing to express in words. Taken aback, I asked him how a man with his literary acumen could ever find difficulty in self-expression. He smiled and sighed and murmured that the salmon was ready. As we sat in the twilight, alone with our thoughts and our delicious salmon, I thought how lucky I was to have found my better half in Lady Redd, a combination as perfect as the colors of this moment.
Though I’d never spent a day fishing with “The Old Man and The Sea”, I’d come to count on Hemingway and my annual fishing trips either at his home, Windemere on Walloon Lake or at my family fishing lodge, also located in Michigan. Each summer, my fishing excursion with Ernest allowed me a much needed, calming refuge after the year’s adventures. On a “Big, Two Hearted River,” Ernest and I set up camp on the north bank and started an inviting fire on which to cook our salmon, freshly caught on a fly, of course. I stirred a handful of fragrant espresso beans into a large pot over the fire and then scooped out hot spoonfuls of coffee into our small, tin cups. As billows of smoke twisted out of the dark, steaming drink, my thoughts turned to Lady Redd. I asked Hemingway what he thought about love and he it was a hard thing to express in words. Taken aback, I asked him how a man with his literary acumen could ever find difficulty in self-expression. He smiled and sighed and murmured that the salmon was ready. As we sat in the twilight, alone with our thoughts and our delicious salmon, I thought how lucky I was to have found my better half in Lady Redd, a combination as perfect as the colors of this moment.
Salmon and Robin's Egg
Her eye . . . that of Robin’s egg blue, gazed into Redd's eyes as he watched the redheaded girl filleting salmon steaks for grilling over an open fire. Alaska offered many sights and adventures. The soothing combination, would be sure to have even Hemingway reflecting upon Redd’s good fortune.