I was able to get a few hours out on the river last weekend and boy the weather turned less than desirable. The temps had been warm, then there was the snowstorm, then the sun came out, then it got dark, then there was another snowstorm and there was no fish and even better no other people.
We had the river to ourselves yet again and with a high flow the river was looking different and was a nice change.
The run that will test anyones nerve who dares to fish it.
This is probably my favorite walk on the local river. The anticipation heading in can sometimes be uncontrollable and the feelings of defeat heading out can be heartbreaking. Regardless, in an urban fishery like ours this trail helps us forget where we are.