Two consecutive weekends fishing with Dr. Bensadoun. Kimball was overcast and rainy today (McDowell County), with modest results.
WW1 Memorial there beset by abandoned houses in a dying town. Strange to consider their lives and what was once.
Highway 52 traces Elkhorn Creek through McDowell County, once the largest coal producer in the U.S.
Northfork greets visitors with this sign and the sounds of lurching coal trains. The high school team dominated the state, but it's gone now-only a bridge sign remains.
Confronted with choices on the road back from Mullens, WV.
A struggling coal mining town on the Guyandotte River, it thrived once-JFK stopped here to campaign in 1960.
These were the colors of summer this morning: blue, green, and gold.
Summer morning.
Despite the heat and no rain, water echoes through the trees: dripping, babbling, pouring from the heart of the hills.
Old mine overflows with it, and the grating holds up a cold mirror, reflecting forest, sky, and passerby.
Hot!
Too hot for June (and for trout), even though 10 degrees cooler than Charleston.
On the Back Fork of the Elk, I saw this (image): the king of the crayfish (not Larry the Lobster from SpongeBob).
Diverse dining options in Ft. Walton Beach.
Mr. Krabs and Patrick serving up sponge-themed recipes OR schnitzel from the hofbrauhaus.
It was close, but we chose the Bavarian place, as the weizenbier promised to be "vitaminreich", just like a smoothie from the health club.
This morning: @nytimes
4 years later, COVID origins discussion without the name-calling, demonization, etc.
Could we have more of this; e.g. simply the facts?
NYT motto: "to give the news impartially, without fear or favor, regardless of party, sect, or interest involved."
Repeating a trek from years ago: Six miles of beach, crabs, and gulls to the radar tower at the end of the universe.
Maybe I'm being overly dramatic (?), but it seemed heroic, like a movie starring me.
But the US Air Force wasn't on board, plus no mute girl with a horse.
Navarre Beach at night: the hunters steel themselves to seek the ghost crab among the dunes.
As in former days, we stalked it with flashlight and net, mammal vs. invertebrate.
Caught after laudable chase, our quarry was released. An uneasy truce reigns until next time.
Breakfast from the balcony.
Schooling fish frolic and disturb the water. Predators notice, coming from below to hunt and scatter. Last, the aerialists arrive: gulls and pelicans dive from above.
And the morning rout is on while the glassy sea watches.
Reminds me of a guided trip outside Provo. Monstrous spawning rainbows in <12" of water.
Caught several 20+ inch fish on eggs-still don't discuss it-felt like I broke faith. Know what Rev. Maclean would say.
Like big $$ streamers on fly rod (vs. dry fly)-is it fly fishing?
Maclean begins by discussing his father:
"He taught us about Christ's disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all the first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a dry fly fisherman."
Published in 1976, the movie was directed by Robert Redford, who kept it spot-on faithful to the book.
Redford's reading of book passages as narrative and Brad Pitt's break-out role made it memorable.
Won Oscar for cinematography.