fly fisher 'til it's over
Join Date: Oct 2013
Location: Rogue River, State of Jefferson
I was the son of a high school English teacher and I worked through college and paid for it myself. I had to drop out twice for a year each time to pay off debts and make enough money to continue on.
We were gloriously irresponsible though. We partied hard, had great girlfriends and hunted, fished, skied, canoed, camped and road biked all over central and northern Minnesota as much as we could. We made all that as much of a priority as school.
My old roommate Dave is still one of my best friends thirty some years later even though I live a thousand miles away from him now.
In retrospect those are still some of the most enjoyable, carefree times of my life. I wouldn't like to live like that now but when we were young, and seemingly immortal, that lifestyle was filled with high adventure.
Ditto! Almost exactly, except in NE California, Oregon, Montana. I didn't have good girlfriends (too outdoorsie), and spent too many a night in an igloo perched on some mountainside. Dad's air force pension didn't pay for much, let alone my college. I did the same thing you did - worked off and on for my own.
"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river, and he is not the same man".--Heraclitus