Cold hands
The gurgle of water beneath a frozen Three Mile Creek descends into the mighty Fork below
Life
American Dippers bob and weave in search of an easy meal
Winter warm
The Sun does its job, if only during the heart of the afternoon
Water
Frigid temps keep bug activity to a minimum, but even lethargic trout need to eat
Footprints
Raccoons and mule deer pave the way for this hopeful angler
Winter solitude
The cool air in my lungs is welcomed, not scorned
The sound of the river is all there is
Mayfly Musings 
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