Fall in the mountains.
Fall has finally arrived in southwest Montana. We had a snow flurry yesterday morning – not enough to stay on the ground for long, but enough to coat the FGP Suby with a dusting of slush. Suddenly Bozeman-ites are sporting Patagonia down jackets and knit hats instead of baggies and t-shirts. People are buying neoprene bootfoot waders in anticipation of waterfowl season.
The coming of fall weather seems to bring with it a change in color and light. The daylight seems to have taken on a different quality (or perhaps it is simply that the lingering veil of smoke has finally dissipated). The air is clearer and each time I step outside I can’t help but take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the chill air. It’s revitalizing and something I need right now when not many things seem to make sense.
Fall on the Gallatin River.
I’m heading to northwestern Wyoming tomorrow for work – very much looking forward to some clear-the-head car time. The fly rod and waders are coming along on the burgeoning hope that I will have time on the way home to hit the Firehole in the Park and swing some soft hackles. We’ll see how the days shape up.
As a side note, today marks the anniversary of the Battle of Mogadishu, made famous by the book and movie ‘Black Hawk Down’. I have a small contingent of rough-shod friends who make a special point to remember the day.
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