In real time, we’re well into the summer of 2011… but in the Adventures Blog time, we’re heading into fall of 2010.
We’d had a great spring and summer trip through the national parks from the Grand Canyon northward to Glacier-Waterton, but the chilly nip in the air told us it was time to keep moving southward so we pointed the hood of the truck toward California.
Of course, that didn’t mean we had to make a race out of it.
So we made sure to stop along the way. Along the Oregon coast, some of the tallest trees we’ve seen…
…parted enough to let us wander to a roadside river…
…where Bob watched to see if it was a good place to drop in a line:
Of course, that would mean an Oregon fishing license… and we’re confronted with the same dilemma in every state we visit: will we be here long enough to get a license (or two, if Ellen’s in the mood to give the hook and line a try?!?)? Will it be worth it to pay the out-of-stater’s fee, which can sometimes be much higher than the resident fee?
Hint to states who want to entice more RVers: figure out a way to honor other states’ fishing licenses… advocate for a national fishing permit… Do *something* that will make it easier and more affordable for those of us who pass through your beautiful states and want to fish to be able to do that without shelling out $20 or more in every state we visit.
Yes, we’d be willing to have some sort of passport that a state official could stamp that shows we’ve been informed of appropriate fishing regulations… that we’ve picked up the official notifications of what’s in-season and what isn’t… of what the limits are… of areas that are off limits.
Think of those hundreds of thousands of RVers passing quietly through your state — folks who might stay a little longer, fish a little while, spend extra money, if only we had a bit of an incentive!