Skunked

essays and musings on fly fishing for native trout

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Under the Press of Time

October 20, 2009 ⋅ 8 comments

As we drive the dark road east, I look up where stars dot a narrow path through the morning. I feel the press of hundreds of feet of sheer canyon walls more than see them. Ahead of us the dawn unwinds its hours, slowly unveiling the skyline—a jagged, ancient silhouette stretching for miles.