Just a short jaunt this morning. I needed to scratch the small stream itch. A couple of hours would suffice.
It had rained recently, snowed a bunch too in the high country. Quite a change from recent weeks.
A short drive put me onto some surprisingly low clear water. Little rainbows, quite willing, eagerly snapped up my offerings. It didn't take long to catch enough. Nor did it take long to get chilled on this raw mountain morning. Silly me, I'd underestimated how cold a mountain stream fueled by snowmelt can be in May. I'd dressed for wading the Madison. Next May, long johns! Maybe a thermos of coffee too!