The sky held lowering clouds all day, off and on a light spritz of showers, which I avoided by hanging out with various vendors in their pop-up shelters, shooting the shit, making new friends and meeting old friends. My homie Reverend James was there. Also my friend Tom, an amazing fly tyer and competent horse-shoer from the Methow Valley. And my friend Dick, a fly tackle distributor who has been very generous to me over the years. And my new friend Skip, from the BSA Madison clave, showed up. This was nothing like the Big Outdoor Show; I experienced no marketing trauma, no sensory overload.