Fishing Salt Creek by Bicycle

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 handlebars 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