Snowy River

I walked down to the river early in the morning after it had been snowing all night and could hear the swooshing sound of snow falling off the bushes along the riverbank.

Later I could hear the melting snow drip from the bridge and every so often a large chunk of ice would dislodge from the bridge and land like a canon ball in the water.

Early one morning Tom Smith had a couple fishing clients on the river and later in the day Andy Bennett, also of Backcountry Angler, had a couple guys catching fish. The freezing temps didn't keep them from enjoying their fishing vacation. (If you're looking for a fly fishing guide, look up Andy. A really nice guy who's on a river every day.)

I saw one or two others in up to their waist, braving the cold temps, hoping to hook a big one.

I thought about digging out the waders and setting up the fly rod, but decided my last fish had been caught and released.

What a magical place.