Snow is falling harder than it was earlier in the day. I can see individual large flakes from at least 50 yards. I wish more beautiful things were as quiet. Are you listening, Effie? Effie is rather a vocal cat, but overall she is good. . . .
Looking out the window, I noticed two goldfinches perched on our bronze sunflowers. My husband’s camera has more competent telephoto capability than mine, and he took these shots through a window without a flash.
Soldiers Meadow Lake, elevation 4,500 feet, is about 12 miles past Waha Lake, where we fished Saturday. Soldiers Meadow Lake has Kokanee salmon, Rainbow trout, and Smallmouth bass. We encountered no crowds–a kayak and a skiff were the only other boats on the water in our nearly three hours there in Pisca-Dory. We caught no fish, but a few chased Vic’s lures a few times. It was a beautiful day, notwithstanding the 11 miles of rugged, dusty road, arriving and departing.
Soldiers Meadow Lake
Water Smartweed, a riparian native of the northwest plains
Wild roses at the shoreline
Vic recently installed a shade over my chair!
Vic hitches Pisca-Dory to her trailer and the trailer to the truck. . .”Gosh, Vic–you couldn’t do this back home on Krypton!”
(My husband Vic took all the photos in this post, except the final one, which I took.)
No, we didn’t catch any fish. We tried, but none took us up on our offer to take them home with us. We have licenses to fish in both Washington and Idaho. The Clearwater River is on the Idaho side until it joins the Snake River at the boundary. The Snake flows along the boundary until it meets the Clearwater, at which point the Snake is in Washington. It’s complicated.
We moored Pisca-Dory at an enchanting little island and clambered up a trail. We named it Pony Island, after a dream I had when we were in law school.
on “Pony Island”
Both rivers are beautiful, and normally afford wonderful fishing. Right now, water temperatures are in flux and the fish seem to be laying low, though I observed one bass take a dramatic leap.
It was a lovely day; storm clouds gathered, but never broke while we were out on the rivers.
A lilac and poplar trees keep time to a 19.7 mph wind. I’m out of my element–or at least my comfort zone–at that wind velocity, so I took this photo through a window. Effie sleeps through these things enviably. I wish you could hear the thunder; we had a few sprigs of lightning as well.