We are two days into the second week of October, and it is thirty-seven degrees here in Crooked Eddy. “Abundant sunshine” is expected after daybreak, though without the punch it has been packing. Our high temperature is expected to be a cool, breezy fifty-three.
The rivers have a little bit of flow this morning, and no doubt some color; the change is felt even here at my desk.
Tomorrow may bring the first freeze of autumn. The warnings have already been raised. There are no seventy or eighty-degree days in our ten-day forecast this time, no return to summer lethargy. The woods are calling, adding their entreaties to the rivers’ voices.
Ah, the gift of precious rainfall! It makes me want to stalk the rivers, to close my hand around the cork of a classic Leonard rod and cast a dry fly to a subtle rise. I wish to fill my lungs with the first chill air of autumn, to take the full measure of these last days of the season!
Bright Waters Catskill 