Torrential rains fell the night before we left; altering the direction of our plans and providing an outlet for unexpected adventure.
I had diligently studied the most current hydrographs the night before; noting the increased CFS flow and water levels based on previous trips.
After a half mile of wrestling our kayaks to the water’s edge, we were greeted with a moody river dropping quickly. Careful to navigate the bank eddies, we slipped downstream until eventually portaging on a sandy towhead. The muddy current rendered the fishing nonexistent in waters that were usually emerald green and rolling gently over a limestone bed.
We decided the fishing conditions were of little concern and instead grilled steaks over mesquite driftwood; sipping whiskey and recalling past adventures before crawling into our bedrolls and drifting off to the sound of the flowing river.
