“Warmest Opening Day Weekend yet.”
It started as a simple, and quite inaccurate, weather prediction made by Tommy
before our annual spring pilgrimage to the West Branch Farmington River a few
years back. It was so cold, wet, and raw that particular weekend, that the
botched forecast became lore amongst our crew, and the acronym WODWY has lived
on in text messages leading up to the camping trip ever since.
The running joke finally turned
reality this year. Warm was actually an understatement; it was straight up shorts-weather
for the first two days of our outing. While 80s in April felt a bit out of
place, no one dared complain with hard frosts and deluges of years past seared
into memory. Of course, it couldn’t be beach conditions the entire stay, and
what’s Opening Day Weekend without precipitation? It rained just enough at the finish line to necessitate drying out gear in the ensuing days.
In between the warmth and the
rain, we packed in another banner celebration of spring. We ate, we drank, hell,
we even left camp twice to fish. Hendricksons were hatching, but the river's resident trout hadn’t
yet decided to eat them. Even so, we were grateful for the unfussy, freshly-stocked rainbows that tightened our lines. All in all, WODWY was an awesome experience. One more
good notch in the belt of tradition.
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