This is likely the end of warm days and cool mornings.
Pretty soon we’ll have to seek shade before noon. For now, soaking in some solar energy is a pleasant respite.
There were two trips to the Crooked this week.
This weather brings out Mayflies, as well as mosquitos. That was the excuse used, but there’s little reason needed to set out chairs and picnic along a stream.
The fishing was adequate, but the weather was superb.
The wildflowers have shifted from large yellow and white petals, to tiny blossoms in shades of purple and blue, with an occasional flashy daisy.
The Kestrals are still very protective, ganging up an any large raptors even just flying along the water. We saw them knock an osprey off a tree limb, easily sending it on his way.
The geese are raising goslings, and ducks are always trailing a brood amid the tall grasses at streams edge.
One of the trips to the river was an afternoon drive.
We were trying to hit an evening hatch and some dry fly fishing. There were lots of strikes, but not a lot of hookups. I got in my casting practice though.
Campers are getting more common, which makes it hard to find secluded spots.
With campgrounds filling, we’ll move to different locations (primitive sites) and wait for fall to return to the river in less crowded conditions.
But then . . . that’s all part of settling into Summer.