May 4, 2020 #21
Dougfish text me, Sunday evening, asking if I wanted to fish the gorge with him Monday. He wanted to start at 8, we negotiated 9, and I thought, “how bad can it be”.
It’s an hour and a half drive and I got there at 8:45, was geared up and ready to go by 9 and no sign of Dougie, I began to wonder if he was serious when he said, “let’s go in from the top”, I waited and thought well, if he’s not here by 9:30 I’m going in anyway. Minutes later he pulled in an after he geared up we hit the trail.
Just a few steps past the gate I noticed this little butterfly, one I don’t think I’ve seen before. It’s an Eggfly Butterfly, strange name…
We hiked up the trail a mile or two to the start of the gorge section. It wasn’t long before Dougie caught the first fish of the day, a brown.
I was on the board a little later with a pune brookie.
Wildflowers dotted the landscape, the trillium are almost gone but there was plenty of fire pink and mayapples along with the occasional jack in the pulpit.
Shortly after passing the mayapple grove which not has waist high nettles obscuring them, the gradient instreamed.
I stopped to take some photos as Doug continued to slay the brookies.
Now things began to get interesting and we climbed the first of several waterfalls before stopping for a lunch.
Then it was back to more brookies and more climbing the creek bed. I accused Doug of trying to kill me as I struggled to gain footing from a precarious perch straddling a bolder with one foot planted in the forceful flow of the constricted creek and having to swing the other leg up and over the rock to another foothold as the water churned in the pool below.
We climbed out and headed down the trail and I said, “Well, I’ve checked that one off the list” Don’t know if I’ll do that again, but I’m thinking about it….