While I don't abandon the stream just because the mercury is low, today I'm dreaming of someplace warmer. Not in a tropical sense, but in a summertime in the mountains sense.
Running water cold and clear. Blue blues and green greens. And so little oxygen us flatlanders wheeze.
The things summer time dreams are made of.
|The Big T up where it's small|
|Summit Lake, Mt. Evans.|
|A trib of the Big T. Should have fished that pool.....|