Shall we call them Ms. W.W. West and Glinda? The first twin was blowing-out but with a few bold trout in the boulder-formed turbulent eddies. The second sister was protected below a dam -- except the gale blowing was toppling old fire-dead trees. I watched three trees fall and heard many others -- enough to look up as much as down before casting and still exiting earlier than planned. Gotta love spring.
12 сен 2024
