Fishing? Not really. Where I meet up with friends in Pike National Forest for our annual camping trip, there isn’t even any water. In fact, we’re 45 minutes of bad roads from the nearest unreliable 3G cellular signal, and another 20 from anything usable.
Of course this means I’ll miss Hillary Clinton’s acceptance speech tomorrow night, but I’m fine with that. I drunkblogged her non-acceptance speech eight years ago from short range at the Denver DNC, and I can still hear it — I can still hear the screaming of the lambs.