We were leaving Seattle early Friday morning. Me calling Jerry: 'dude, you up?' Jerry: 'uhhmm' Me: 'get up' Jerry 'what time is it'. I knew it was gonna be good. We got packed up and were on the road by 8. Ian had flown in last night and was heading out with his brother Eric.
We knew the West Fork of the Satsop would be low, but how low? Not much else going, the rains had stopped a few days before Ian showed up. We rallied.