First smell of winter. The long winter ahead.
We don’t freeze up here. The river I mean. Our brains get a little chilly. So we have trout fishing for the white months ahead.
Generally not so white, kinda gray and brown. Dirty tannish sometimes too.
I wouldn’t consider it “beach like.”
Pirate flags in Craig? Yes. Island girls? No.
Trout love overcast skies. Snow brings slate gray ceilings.
Slow pace this morning in Craig. We appreciate this Tortoise-Style crawl.
Think I’ll walk over to Joe’s and get some Bailey’s in my coffee…