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Tag Archives: Time
A Diminished Thing
On the last full day of summer, I experienced a somewhat inspirational event. It was a simple event but one that I could not have known earlier this year, prior to surgery on my spine in August. My brother and … Continue reading
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Tagged birding, camping, hiking, Loyalsock Creek, poetry, Robert Frost, The Oven Bird, Time, World's End State Park, writing
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Another Glance at Greylock
As a kid I spent a decade growing up on a hill near Albany, NY and had a backyard view of both the Catskill Mountains, to the west, and the Berkshires to the south and east. You could say that … Continue reading
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Tagged Bersksires, culture, fishing, Greylock, Melville, mountains, nature, Thoreau, Time, travel, writing
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The Way to Cross Fork Creek
I don’t find it with a map alone, or with a GPS or through some recollection of a printed fishing guide. I’d never recognize it in the pages of Cross Creek, written by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, nor would I hear … Continue reading
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Tagged chance, cross fork creek, fishing, incompleat angler, nature, photos, poetry, satisfaction, Time, travel, writing
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Three Branches, Opening Day
Opening day for trout in northern Pennsylvania offered excellent weather and an opportunity to reacquaint myself with the headwaters. For 35 years I’ve fished three branches of the Genesee (the East, Middle, and West) on the April opener for the … Continue reading
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Tagged Amish, bait, Bliss Perry, brook trout, fly fishing, Genesee headwaters, heron, nature, opening day, poetry, The Wild Trout, Time, worm fishing, writing
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On the Road (Once More)
[Sorry, Jack & Willie, for the blog post title… The rivertops are winter quiet now, so I thought I might serve up something different here– a few memories from my road of life. Also, the accompanying photos are reflections of … Continue reading
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Tagged hitchhike, memory, on the road, Ontario tribs, poetry, Time, tradition, wfranklin narrative, winter fishing, work, writing
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The Caddis Hour
The Caddis Hour is not so much about fishing as it is a state of mind. I visited a stretch of Genesee River that I probably hadn’t waded in a decade. It was mid-morning. River pools, low and thirsty, were … Continue reading
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Tagged birds, blessings, brown trout, caddis, Chester Rods, Earth, environment, fly-fishing, Genesee River, nature, poetry, populations, psychology, Time, wildness, writing
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The Home Stretch
I was fishing the home stretch of a local river, a favorite section of the headwaters, a place where I could hang my fishing hat, or fly rod, on an aging log and feel as comfortable as a dog beside … Continue reading
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Tagged dry fly, environment, fishing, Genesee, home, home water, nature, simplicity, summer, Time, trout, wildness, writing
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Between the Streams
There have been a lot of ups and downs here since the last post on Rivertop Rambles. I spent six days fishing in the Blue Ridge out of 10 days in Virginia, boulder hopping, climbing streams like Cedar Run, the … Continue reading
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Tagged art, between the streams, birds, Blue Ridge, brookies, family, fishing, hiking, home place, Monticello, music, the Residents, Time, Washington D.C., wildflowers
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Coda: the Dakotas and East
With the weight of Glacier National Park and its surroundings sitting feather-like in our thoughts and on our shoulders, we drove eastward through Montana and on to North Dakota. The immense plateaus of eastern Montana were especially dry, and recent … Continue reading
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Gray Hair and Grizzly Hackle
Ever since I joined several outdoor organizations and started to attend their regular meetings in the 1990s, I’ve been hearing a general complaint: Look around this room. Our hair is gray. We need some younger people, bright new faces interested … Continue reading →