A flyfishing scene from one of the streams we fished in north central Pa. this year.
These small trees were right next to where we set up our tent when we used to camp at the state park, it was like seeing an old friend each year we went up. You could always count on some color from them. Now they are taller than us. Each year when we arrive at the state park after a four hour drive we stop off at the campsite we always used, good old number 7.