After leaving Brookings, we pushed up the Oregon coast toward Gold Beach where we ran into the mighty Rogue River.  The Rogue is a fabled water by flyfishing standards, and it was probably my first legitimate chance to hook a steelhead on this leg of our journey.  We found a cool little campground right on the river, some 10 or 15 miles upriver from the city of Gold Beach.  The river was within walking distance of our site, and we could even drive the van right up to the river on a very large gravel bar down near the boat ramp.  Unlike many of the places that I have fished thus far, this one actually had a few other fisherpeeps like me trying to get lucky.  The word on the river was that a few kings, cohos, and steelhead were actually being caught on the river.  The piece of river that I had to myself was simply spectacular, but the only thing I added to the fishing report was a skunk.  I did hook and land a small cuttbow, but it was not the steelhead or salmon that I was hoping to catch.  The weather was rainy and quite miserable (typical steelheading weather), so we (MJ) decided it was time to move on after only one night.  In hindsight, I should have insisted that we stay a little longer, but there really wasn’t anything to do other than to fish, so I opted to take (another) hit for the team.  The Rogue will need more exploring in the future for sure.  Perhaps I can persuade the legendary steelhead guide, Mully Metalhead, to show me how it’s done in the future.  Until then, I am living a chrome-free life, and not really liking it.  But then again, it sure beats working.  Homeless and Unemployed, I am over and out.