by Jessica Callihan
I have come to believe that fly fishing is a peculiar and special sport. Taking a 2600 mile fishing trip cross country only to say goodbye to Josh, my husband, was a bittersweet journey filled with many memories. While fly fishing in Ketchikan, Alaska with Project Healing Towers (a program dedicated to the mental and physical rehabilitation of disabled veterans), Josh received an invitation from one of the guiding businesses there to come back to be a guide for six months. I knew this was too incredible of an opportunity to pass up so I told him to go while I finished up school, since I practically lived at the college or in my art studio. I was smart enough to add one of those things called a catch. He had to wait until my college spring break to leave so I could travel as far as possible with him and fish along the way. I barely had to twist his arm for him to agree ... Alaska here we come.
In preparation to leave, we needed to invest in some items that would make it easier on both of us as we traveled. We were both injured while serving in the Navy and when it comes to driving long distances, we need as much help as possible so we are able to walk when we stop.
Photo by jessica callihan