His own private Idaho

I suppose there are a few routes to take from Boise to Seattle, but when double-handed geekdom calls, there's only one answer. 55 to 95 to 13 to 12 was my route. And six hours, a few Nez Perce-induced history lessons (they were and probably still are some badazdsonzabeeches), and several bladder recyclings later, I made it to Peck, Idaho's very own - the Red Shed.
It didn't take long to realize my new buddy Poppy has forgotten more about Spey than I'll ever know.
Leanin' on the counter and talking about two-handed fly rods and steelhead is a pretty cool way to spend your life.