As I drove south on I-5 near Dunsmuir, something told me to stop, and take a break. I got off at Simms Road, and using my GPS, drove down to the river, which by then is big and clear and cold… just looking at it made me promise that this year I must keep my promise learn to fly fish. I walked around a bit, and took a small trail, much of it covered with large amounts of sand and sticks from the flooding a few weeks ago. I was looking at the ruins of an old saw mill, next to the creek that flows into the river, when I looked down and saw this remnant of some one's Xmas, sitting there as if laid by a bird, that had some how made it to this this place.
I took it back with me, and plan to put it on our Xmas tree in December. I like things that have a story.
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