there is a saying that adventure travel is only adventurous after the fact. during the trip it is more like a day-long pain in the butt. sometimes fly fishing is like that. it is not until the last rays of the sun (or later for those madison river evenings) slip away that the day starts to become fishing stories. gathered with friends around a table of food and drink the eats become more epic, the flies smaller, the wind louder, the misses more painful and the mistakes become more hilarious. it is here in this moment that the memories are cast. and it is here in this place, at this time that you need a cold one, a fried one and one on a bun. or something like that. Follow my blog with bloglovin

Island Park breakfast and lunch

If tiny yogurts and bananas from the hotel aren't doing it for you check out Sweet Peeps food truck. The last time I was there it was just about a mile north from the Grub Steak. Foil wrapped breakfast sandwich ready and waiting. Scrambled eggs, cheese and bacon on an insanely good biscuit. Tasty. Cheap. Fast. And friendly.

If you plan on standing in day on the Henry's Fork waiting for a slightly less educated trout to swim by you could do yourself a real solid and stop by the Grub Steak before pulling on the waders. Delicious and quite large sandwiches can be had from the lovely ladies that run the place. Stick a couple beers in the river to cool and you have something to look forward to when you get tired of waiting on that fish.