We hadn’t expected a beautiful, clear sunny day, but there it was, and we decided on a walk along Asotin Creek, a nearby and fairly frequent destination.
The trail was slick with melting snow, but we sustained no casualties.
The green disc is more likely an artifact than Neptune wandering from its orbit.
First is the Yawn. . .
followed by the Stretch. . .
and finally, the Nap.
With careful timing, this method of bringing about a Good Day can start in the morning and last well into the afternoon, especially when frosty weather may limit the fun of bounding about on frosty ground outdoors.
–Inspiration by Effie
Before noon the sun and earth had escaped the freezing fog. The sun illuminated the frost and rose the temperature to a pleasantly brisk 28°F. Effie paced Effieland’s perimeter for quite a while, stopping to lick icy droplets from the tall prairie grasses, and simply enjoying her sun-gilt holdings.
Our field and frontage were also bedecked with luminous frost, which I found supernaturally beautiful as I went up to fetch the one egg our six chickens had produced, and down the other side of our property to put the trash can out for collection..
We took Pisca-Dory out fishing on the river Saturday–her first outing in six weeks! The day was lovely and we were so happy to be back in our dory (my husband was recovering from surgery and hefting the boat onto the trailer was out of the question).
We didn’t mind a bit that we were skunked again. We saw a steelhead jump, his brawny pink middle and head teasing us. He was back in the water in a second, and there was no time to take his photograph.
We enjoyed the scenery along the river in our beautiful boat for 3-1/2 hours. My husband took all the photos. I was fishing a tad obsessively.
Snake River colors
After five weeks, we returned to the Snake River upstream of Asotin to fish for bass. I caught an 11-1/2 incher on my first cast, and after about an hour and a half, neither of us caught any more, though I lost two lures to hungry rocks.
The day was spectacularly beautiful: sunny, with contour and light accenting the basalt hills across the water.
My husband took all the photos.
Fields Spring State Park is four miles south of Anatone, Washington (pop. 38). The Park’s vistas, pleasant walking trails, and clean rest rooms ensure our return visits at least once a year.
Red vine maple, an attractive accent along the trail. . .
Fields Spring vista
Craig Mountain Panorama
A fallen fence provides scenic entropy.
Finally some fish wanted to come home with us. Vic caught three smallmouth bass, 13, 11, and 8 inches. I caught two that were 5 and 6 inches, and I promptly returned them to the river to grow up some more.
We went upstream through Tenmile Rapids to get to some pools where we had not been fishing before. From the Rapids, we went another mile or so upstream to do some more fishing, but no more fish came on board. The day was sunny, a little windy, and beautiful on a surprisingly uncrowded holiday.
Pisca-Dory awaits launch at the ramp while Vic parks our truck.
My first bass of the day was about six inches, which we thought was odd, because we saw a humongous bass swim right by us just a couple of minutes before the little guy grabbed hold. I released the little fellow to return home and grow at least another four inches.
Vic reels in his 13-incher.