I'd been planning to buy this book but hadn't, then Cameron Chambers posted a photo on Instagram of it on the shelf at my local Barnes & Noble (where it hadn't been last I checked). I went in that day and bought it. I'm still miffed that Chambers didn't do any book-related events in Missoula, at least that I know of.
Anyway, it was an enjoyable read. Honest and insightful, Chambers doesn't paint a picture of Patagonia as any kind of troublefree utopia for fishing, traveling, or anything else. It's a rough country, and worlds away from what we expect in even our more remote parts of the USA. I appreciate that, and it also makes the idea of going there even more compelling. It also made me reflect more on my own relationship with chasing fish with a fly rod. I'm happy that for where I am in my evolution as an angler (a rank amateur, frankly), catching any fish at all is still a thrill, and I'm not disappointed when every fish isn't some giant hog. I'm also glad that I'm not part of the demographic that the fancier lodges and outfitters are aiming for, the guys with the huge bank accounts that can buy their way anywhere in the world and expect five-star accommodations. I recognize that those guys are important to our sport, but that whole side of the industry I find distasteful.
I don't know how much this has to do with Chambers's book, but they are thoughts I find myself mulling over having just finished it. It's a good read. The best of the book isn't even found with talk of fishing, it's the characters he meets. Those interactions with the people and culture of the vast area he travels are what makes the book interesting. Chambers is a good storyteller, and did a find job bringing visions of this land I one day hope to visit into my mind's eye.