Welcome to Summer in the Country!
A few weeks ago, I went fly-fishing for the first time in the Blue Ridge Mountains. My husband, children, and I took to Caney Fork Creek just outside of Cashiers, North Carolina, with the friendly folks at Brookings Anglers. On the way there, as we wound through the curvy mountain roads, I wondered whether this would turn out to be one of those family outings that’s better in theory than reality. Would we catch anything? Would it be cold? Would I lose my footing on the rocks and fall into the river and get water in my waders? (Spoiler alert: Yes, yes, and—I regret to inform you—yes.) I realize life is already stuffed to the gills with fishing metaphors, so forgive me as I further stock the pond. Like many fly-fishing…