Salt Creek wasn’t a river, not even much of a creek, but then I wasn’t much of a fisherman.
In sixth grade, I was old enough to have a reasonably long leash from Mom, but young enough to still revel in a bicycle as my wheels.
The bike was rather cool actually, a Schwinn with sport handleba
rs and the twin tube frame. My Dad got it as part of some trade he did on a car, got me out of my old 20″ into a 24″ – a real bike in my eyes. Continue reading “Fishing Salt Creek by Bicycle”