Goodbye Fish Farm, Hello Trout

Goodbye Fish Farm, Hello Trout

The Grayling Fish Farm is no more.  It’s been a long battle, from small-time meetings to town halls to the state capitol to national news.  It inspired legislation, caused numerous dustups on social media, left us with a few memorable quotes, and involved...
Changing colors

Changing colors

Fall is in the air.  The cottonwoods are dropping leaves in the lodge parking lot, the trout are chasing streamers, the fall olives are hatching, and the rivers are empty.  It has been a very fun week, equal parts summer and fall.  Three nights ago I was mouse...
Beautiful heat, beautiful cool

Beautiful heat, beautiful cool

As humans, I don’t think there can be better weather.  The cold nights have stained the highland maples, turned a few ferns, and left the dawn heavy with fog.  The days are crystalline and blue, maybe a light breeze, dry aired, and around 80 degrees.  As...
Wet

Wet

Even a parched earth couldn’t help but spit some of this water back into the rivers.  Yes, we have water.  Enough to fill the log jams, float some boats, hide some trash, and get the trout chasing streamers.  For about four days it was just right, and the...