The lake kept going down, Hite closed down, Quagga mussels seemed imminent, and Anne & I started a salmon pilgrimage to the Pacific coast of Canada that took up mid July through mid September for eight-years. Lake Powell got pushed back to a quick trip each late September or October. Well we sold the ocean boat and are looking forward to renewing our old Powell habits on an entirely different lake. Unfortunately what else is different is our lost connections with a great bunch of north-lake fishermen. Hopefully we can re-connect with some of them as well. Some are, unfortunately gone now; Dave Wallace who taught me about jigging and whose “WallyLures” still in my tackle box I guard jealously, and Papa Jack who taught me to fish SMB. Wayne & Kathy Dorsett are retired again and spending their summers in Alaska, and I still occasionally get to fish with Hotwheels. We’ve lost touch with the group campers at Hite and Halls Crossing; Clark from St. George, Top Cat and Jenn, Striper Steve & Rhonda and their girls Vanna(before she was Vanna) and ??, Chet Garling, Dan & Gloria Spitzer, Kurt Jensen, Gizz, and more that escape me at the moment. Anyway, I hope to see some of you at the lake as we step back into freshwater at what has remained our favorite lake.