The Four Things That Almost Made My San Juan Loadout
A pre-trip shakedown on the living-room floor — the near-misses in my backpacking loadout, what the scale said about each one, and the insurance-versus-fear test.
Where the trail ends and the water starts — rods that ride in packs, alpine cutthroat, and the ounce math of carrying a 5-weight over a pass.
Why this intersection matters
Backpacking sites treat a fly rod as dead weight; fishing sites assume you parked next to the river. The useful answers — which rod survives a pack lid, what a minimum fly kit actually weighs, whether the water is worth the detour — only exist where the two pursuits overlap.
Start here
Seven miles in to the valley below the Three Forks of the Conejos, four days of brookies and rainbows, three nights of weather — and the eight-and-a-half-foot glass rod that made the nine-footer dead weight.
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A pre-trip shakedown on the living-room floor — the near-misses in my backpacking loadout, what the scale said about each one, and the insurance-versus-fear test.