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Trout, Friendships & Fly Lines: A Week on Wyoming’s North Platte River

The wide open skies of Wyoming along the North Platte River in Alcova, Wyoming.

There’s something about the North Platte River that keeps calling me back—like an old friend waving from the distance, a place where time slows down and the fishing stories practically write themselves.

This past week was one for the books. I had the chance to spend quality time with two of my closest buddies, Rowdy and Brian, casting lines, sharing laughs, and making memories along the banks of one of the West’s most iconic trout fisheries.

Stan is incognito in this photo on the boat with Rowdy (Seated) and Brian during another great day on the water.

First Stop: Grey Reef Magic

We kicked off the week on the legendary Grey Reef section of the North Platte. This stretch is well-known among fly anglers for its rich insect hatches, big rainbows, and that surreal Wyoming landscape where wide skies meet rugged terrain. On that particular Tuesday, everything clicked—the fish were active, the weather played nice, and the camaraderie on the boat made it all that much sweeter.

There’s a kind of peace that settles over you when you’re drifting through slow runs and riffles with good friends. The quiet anticipation before a strike. The sudden shout when a fish hits or when Stan’s mind wanders from the task at hand which would be watching the nymph rig bobber for the hint of a strike. I can’t count how many times, Brian yelled, “STAN, keep your eyes on the bobber!” The shared grins when someone finally lands that trout they’ve been stalking for half the float. It was one of those days that reminds you why you put in the miles to get here.

A Tougher Day, a Guide’s Grace

Not every day on the river is a home run. That’s just how fly fishing goes.

Later in the week, we floated a lower section of the North Platte that just didn’t want to cooperate. The water was beautiful, the casts were sharp, but the fish? They were tight-lipped and hiding.

But here’s where having a guide like Brian Hilbert of Colorado River Outfitters makes all the difference. Instead of chalking it up as a loss, Brian did what great guides do—he pivoted. After a short haul back to the take-out, he suggested we fish the lake right in front of our home base for the week: The Reef Fly Shop, Cottages, and RV Park.

Rowdy with a nice trout from the reservoir that fronts the Reef Fly Shop, Cottages, and RV Park.

That lake turned the day around. Thanks to Brian’s deep knowledge of the area and a well-timed fly swap, we found success where others might have packed it in.

Stan with a nice 22″ Rainbow from the reservoir that fronts the Reef Fly Shop, Cottages, and RV Park.

Home Base: The Reef Fly Shop, Cottages, and RV Park

If you’re an RVer or a fly fisherman—or better yet, both—the Reef Fly Shop, Cottages, and RV Park is a little slice of heaven. I parked Bertie Bea, my Tiffin Allegro Open Road, in a spacious site with room to stretch out. From there, it was just a short drive in Rosie (my trusty tow car) to all the surrounding access points and boat ramps.

The shop itself is a hub of fly fishing culture—buzzing in the early mornings with guides, travelers, and local anglers sipping coffee, checking river reports, and tying up last-minute leaders. The folks running the shop are the real deal: welcoming, knowledgeable, and happy to help whether it’s your first time holding a fly rod or you’re a seasoned veteran chasing the next big hatch.

I can’t say enough about the hospitality. The place is clean, quiet, and right in the heart of the action. You can walk out your camper door and be on the water in minutes—or hang out by the shop swapping stories and learning from some of the best fly fishers around.

More Than Fish

The fish are part of it, sure. But this trip, like so many others on the road, was more about the who than the what. Rowdy brings energy and grit to every outing. Brian brings unmatched expertise and a calm presence that every boat needs. Together, they help make each trip not just enjoyable, but unforgettable.

Whether it was a missed strike that turned into a full-blown fish tale, or the quiet hum of the boat drifting through a canyon, these moments stack up into the kind of memories that don’t fade with the seasons.

Why You Should Go

If you’ve been itching for an RV destination that offers adventure, comfort, and good people, make your way to Alcova, Wyoming. Basecamp at the Reef Fly Shop, Cottages, and RV Park, and give the Grey Reef a shot—or let a pro like Brian show you the lesser-known gems.

And if you’re not ready to hang up the rod after a slow float, remember that sometimes the best fishing is waiting just outside your RV windshield.


Plan Your Trip:

🎣 Colorado River Outfitters – Book a trip with Brian Hilbert
🚐 The Reef Fly Shop, Cottages, and RV Park
📍 Alcova, Wyoming – Fly fishing central, nestled along the North Platte River

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Why the High Plains and Rockies Always Call Me Home

There are places in this world that don’t just ask you to visit—they call you. Whispering through the wind, tugging on your soul, and promising something real, something grounded. For me, that place has always been the High Plains and Rocky Mountains.

Growing up, my Grandma Juanita always had a Louis L’Amour novel within reach. When she finished, she’d hand it off to me, and I’d dive in headfirst. I devoured every one, following the Sacketts across the rugged terrain of the Old West, learning what it meant to be a cowboy: strong, loyal, and full of grit. Those stories didn’t just entertain me—they shaped me.

That spark turned into something real in the summer of 1992, when I worked on a ranch nestled in the rough-and-tumble beauty of Eastern Montana. The badland breaks, the sweeping high plains, the wind that never stops moving—it was like living in the pages of those old novels. I felt alive out there. And I’ve never stopped chasing that feeling.

Travel has always been part of my life’s rhythm. These days, I do it full-time with Bertie Bea, my Tiffin Allegro, and Rosie rolling along behind. Whether I’m on I-70, I-80, or I-90, I find myself pulled west, drawn to places where time feels like it slows down—where the land hasn’t changed much since the Old West days, even if it’s now crisscrossed with interstates.

And then there’s that song.

John Denver’s “Rocky Mountain High” captured a feeling I didn’t know how to explain until I heard it:

 He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Coming home to a place he’d never been before
He left yesterday. Behind him,
You might say he was born again.
You might say he found the key for every door.

John Denver – Rocky Mountain High (1972)

That line hits me every single time. The first time I saw the Rockies—sometime in the 1980s, flying into Denver with my folks—I felt it deep in my bones. Like I’d found something I didn’t even know I was missing.

And now? Whenever I need to hit reset… I go back.

The Rockies and High Plains aren’t just beautiful—they’re healing. They’re my refuge. The fishing doesn’t hurt either. Standing in a cold mountain stream, casting a fly line as the sun rises over snow-dusted peaks? That’s not just a hobby. That’s church.

Since 2020, I’ve been chasing that peace full-time. First with Bessie, then Bertha, and now with Bertie Bea. Every year, I find a reason—any reason—to head west. And every time, I find myself feeling a little more whole.

These places aren’t just on the map. They’re etched into my story. And as long as I’ve got wheels under me and a sky above me, I’ll keep answering their call.

Because not all who wander are lost.

Bertie Bea’s Bug Battle is Over – Thanks to Zevo!

Life on the road is full of beauty, adventure… and sometimes, bugs. No matter how careful I am with screens and doors, those sneaky gnats and flies always seem to find a way into Bertie Bea. But recently, I found a solution that’s as quiet as the mountain mornings and as reliable as Rosie on a backroad: the Zevo Flying Insect Trap.

This little device uses UV light to attract flying pests—like gnats, flies, and mosquitoes—and then traps them without a zap, a smell, or any chemicals. It’s clean, quiet, and perfect for RV life, especially if you’re like me and enjoy your cowboy coffee without swatting every few seconds.

There are two versions I use, depending on the space:

  • 🧲 Zevo Flying Insect Trap (Plug-In): Perfect for the kitchen or bathroom. Just plug it in and let it do its thing. Check it out here →
  • 🧲 Zevo Max Countertop Trap: Great for open living areas in the RV. Set it on the table and forget it. Shop the Max here →

Since using Zevo, I’ve noticed a huge difference—no more bugs dive-bombing my dinner or buzzing around the lights. It’s one of those little RV upgrades that makes a big difference.

If you’re full-timing, weekending, or just tired of flying freeloaders, do yourself a favor and give Zevo a try. It’s Wandering Gypsy RV life approved by yours truly.

Stay bug-free out there, friends!