Today was one of those times where I really miss how my body used to just…
Not
Need
Sleep
At least, that’s how it felt. 2:30 alarm, to get on the road by 3, so I could make a 7am meeting.
Yay.
This day brought to you by: Coffee.
Probably too much of it, too. I took two chilled cans of coffee with me, not wanting to stop along the way in random gas stations, or to deplete the product of the automatic coffee maker in the kitchen (I’ve passed on my coffee dependency to at least one child!).
It also meant that I was able to pick when/where I stopped to drink them, without having to limit myself to side roads with “civilization.”
Along the way, there is a section of interstate that has what looks to be a county road running parallel to it, perhaps heading into some nice nature views, and today I had the chance to spend a few minutes there.
One section, early on, overlooks a marshy area, which caught my attention both for it’s scenery and the Elk that ran off as I approached.
I felt good about that pic… until I kept going to look for a place to turn around, and rolled onto a small bridge, over a very still pool.
Such a nice place to sit for a few minutes.
After this, with coffee booster taken, I cleared the pass and made a stop at the Asahel Curtis spot, to see how the water was looking. Last week, I saw it at roughly 550cfs (beautiful trout almost netted!), revisited at around 750cfs (nothing hooked, but still very nice place to stop), but as of this morning, the gauge at Garcia, WA (which is actually approximately 18 miles downstream), was reading almost 1200cfs!
Very good to know that even at this flow rate, there is still nicely wadeable edge and seam areas, and even approaching to fish from the banks is workable. There must be a large number of tributaries between here and that gauge site, adding to the measured flow.
I may have found a place to fish that remains solid, even when almost everywhere else in the area is blown out.
Good day, indeed.
Tight lines…