An October Day Floating Down the River
Put the drift boat in near a concrete arch bridge and spent the day floating, which was the whole plan. The river is wide and low this time of year — long gravel bars everywhere, cobbles showing through the shallows, cottonwoods gone yellow along both banks. Mountains at every bend, one sharp peak that kept reappearing downstream no matter how many times the channel turned.
My friend fished from the bow most of the way. The sun stayed out all day but the wind off the water had October in it, and the good runs were the fast ones along the cutbanks.
Took out in the late afternoon above a riffle, then drove up out of the valley through open grassland. From the bench the whole range sat in silhouette, haze piled behind it, the river somewhere below and out of sight.