This week's view is something entirely different.

My husband JC (or Castwell) and I celebrated
our 32nd Wedding Anniversary on Friday. I've
mentioned we met fly fishing at Keystone Landing
on the mainstream of the AuSable River in Michigan.
Almost exactly a year later, we were married at
Keystone. We had to postpone the wedding one week
as the Judge (who had been one of our fly fishing
students) had to attend a legal conference.
The judge really wanted to marry us with his waders
on, but I convinced him to take them off and put
on more appropriate attire. Looking back it might have
been unique at that. The judge is Bruce Scorzone,
who at the time was the youngest elected District
Judge in Michigan. He and his best friend Gus
Triantafellow had been our students in the college
fly fishing class.
There were some glitches, a nice dorothea hatch
and spinner fall were going on, (just as the evening
when we met) and everyone wanted to fish. So fish we did.
As it was getting dark we decided we better
get on with the ceremony. JC and our best
man Neil Travis had cut a downed log into proper
seating heights, and Coleman lanterns were hung
in the pine trees. There was punch (with mayflies
serenely floating in it) and a wedding cake on a
table with a red rose centerpiece.


Judge Bruce is on the left in a sports jacket.

JC had sprained an ankle a week before on a break wall in the
Upper Peninsula so he was in a walking cast.

We did 'march' under crossed fly rods, a pair of
5 wt Orvis Madisons which we fished often on that
section of the river.

All in all it came off quite well, about 20 friends
showed up to witness the event, including Jim's parents
and his Aunt Audie from Traverse City, the head of
the Ethnic Studies at the University of Michigan and
his wife from Ann Arbor, friends from Detroit, Dean
Spidel and his wife Carol, from Cass City...(Dean took all of the
photos you see here) and various fishing companions
and students.


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