Dbone picked me up at 4:30am and during the drive up the fog and the icy roads got bad enough that when we finally reached our destination, Dbone was pale white and when he stepped out of the truck he puked his guts out, he kept talking about vertigo. it messed him up bad enough that he sat in the truck for about 3hrs and eventually had to catch up to us on the river. the high was supposed to be around 30 degrees but it hovered around single digits all day. there was a pretty thick fog that blanketed the river all day as well. between the fog, snow, frost and quality fishing there were plenty of photo ops to be had.