Out my window across the canyon, the spectrum of yellow to green splotched about the red rock mountain ground.
Further up the frost notes its boundary from narrow white shadows of the hill’s erosion to the pines coated in frost.
The hilltop is hidden in the frosty blanket that serves a ceiling for cozy canyon ‘ville.
Image by Martin Yaslowitz
Working out some kinks in presenting music on this blog, it might call for a new design. May even a name change. hmmmmm . . . .
I had to bust out of town yesterday, been putting it off for far too long.
I grabbed my gear and some worms and headed up the hill to Rampart Reservoir for the first time hoping to beat the dusk.
I managed to get there with an hour of sunlight despite a route riddled with washboards that practically threw my little truck off the road.
Some friendly local anglers filled me in on the trout tactics and I set my jigs. Dropped in a couple lines and waited.
As dusk turned darker the trout were flopping over surface. Had one on a hook but didn’t get the net in time.
Stars above and a shore specked with little red light bobbers, some being cast. I almost didn’t care if I caught a fish or not, it was a beautiful night!
I realized my tackle box was short one cool item but I managed with a slow reel, bobber fishing by feel.
Managed to bag a rainbow trout and made my way home through the hideous washboard roads.
Night fishing is poised to be my handy, day by day getaway.
The Broad-Tail’s are back in town.
Sunny mornings now pecked with random whirling whistles of their frenetic flights.
It’s funny how the sound reminds me of the duece and a halfs I used to drive in the Army.
Well, I screwed up the Capitol Loss Carryover.
The IRS fixed it and sent me a bigger refund than expected!
I officially dig the IRS.
It’s just this “taxation without representation” thing that’s been going on that bugs me. I wish it would be spent more wisely.
