First of January.

A stiff southern breeze brought temperatures in the mid fifties and I knew everyone and their brother would be out New Years Day.

I went anyway.

The creek was up and marginally dingy from an inch of rain unseasonable storms dropped four days before. The fish were happy, mostly, even caught a couple little guys on dries after watching a couple big (#12s), pale stoneflies take off from the brush. Made a new friend and set a lunch date for next month.

In all, not a bad way to begin the decade.