Yesterday was my first time back on the boat since September. It was wonderful. Cold! But wonderful. We met MM’s parents at the Cowlitz River in search of steelhead. Fall and Winter are certainly more prosperous ventures for these tasty salmonids but Spring can be surprising. Yesterday was not one of those surprising day. Drifting in and out of countless others vying for a bite can be frustrating. Even more infuriating are the crystal clear waters displaying the fish practically within grabbing distance. If that weren’t enough, watching your lure go right past their pointy snouts without the slightest reaction of interest, will certainly have you tearing your hair out. Patience is key… beer helps too.
After several hours of this, I lost interest and turned my attention to the scenery. The Spring green of the trees and shrubs seemed to almost glow in their newness and brightness.
The homes and cabins of the lucky few who can afford such embellishments turned on my internal “When I have a house of my own” button on and kept it running most of the afternoon with décor and DIY projects dancing in my head.
Undoubtedly the highlight of my day was the birds. Large and small, they were out in force. Several Canadian geese couples were cosseting their newly hatched goslings along the banks. Bright orange and yellow finches took bathes in the shallows. Hordes of sparrows circled and swooped continuously hunting for insects along the surface of the water.
Oh but the big ones were, by far, the show stoppers of the day. A family of bald eagles took turns orbiting the river and the bomb diving into the depths with a large splashy crash and then quickly soaring off with their meal. Their great wings majestic and proud as the country they signify. As symbolic as these animals are, it was refreshing to watch them play and bicker just as all of God’s flawed creatures do.
My kingdom for a long lens. I think I will ask for one this Christmas!Several blue heron’s soared up and down the rivers like commuter flights of the ecosystem. Their long lines remnant of ancient ancestors that once ruled the world for far longer than we can claim. From fierce, carnivorous, predators to graceful, elegant, hunters they glide in silence that demands appreciation.
The river in Springtime is such an ethereal and vibrant place.
How was your weekend? What do you love about springtime?