Sparkling October

Up the road, above town, the river takes a hard turn leaving the road in a long, tight meander.  A pullout reveals a little hidden trail that follows the ridge out then dives down onto the gravel bar at the far end of the river’s big turn.  Far away from the occasional passing car, a cool morning offers up the last little bits of summer, sparkling in the trees. The place I go not because I want to boast of the fish I catch, but the place where a quiet day can be had.

Chest deep slow water, long casts and a few surprise fish.
Chest deep slow water, long casts and a few surprise fish.
A giant riffle slows down and deepens against a backdrop of early fall foliage.
A giant riffle slows down and deepens against a backdrop of early fall foliage.
...and even a fish or two can't resist the movement of subtly colored pulsing feathers.
...and even a fish or two can't resist the movement of subtly colored pulsing feathers.