Not fishing. I had a work bit in the general area, and it happened that I could stay at the home of some friends who live near the confluence of the Whitewater and Meche sebe. A great evening of Schells, Point Brew and conversation. My thanks are extended to them. The following day included a garden tour, discussion of permaculture and a walk up the bluff to gaze on Old Man River himself as He spread his mirrors out in all directions. THis is a shot of the varied land use on the valley floor.
Also found in their library another good pancake recipe:
Left with a generous gift of asparagus - that is, the dirt of the valley embodied in these tasty spears:
Learned a bit about allelopathy and accordingly developed a hypothesis as to why our rhubarb is stunted: Wally the Walnut tree requires a toll from all those who would set up shop near his drip line. His agent is called juglone.