|©Ken W. Hall, BearFeather Studio|
As soon as Ken suited up for fly fishing the rains came. The showers were relatively short lived and Ken caught more than one brown trout.
I gave up searching for choke cherries and settled in the car with a good book.
When we headed home the sky opened up and poured making it difficult to see while traversing the narrow dirt road.
We woke this morning to a thick fog.