The rain and cold have been relentless. A few nights ago the temps were so low I thought it was inevitable we’d get snow. Just a couple miles up in the road in Gasquet an inch or so fell. Hiouchi, nada.
In between the rains we tried our hand at some fishing. Meg and I rigged up and dropped down to the river. Fish the soft water, not too far out, Bill told us.
To no one’s surprise, we didn’t land any — not even a bite. But we’ll be back.