Entering the magical Pigeon River Forest.
I’m back from a three night camping trip in the Pigeon River State Forest, a place that features spacious camp sites, towering pines, hiking trails, pristine lakes, and of course, the Pigeon River. A friend and I were lucky enough to score what I consider the premiere site right on the river. We got to listen to the swift water pour over some rocks just feet from our tent and we spent a fair amount of time just sitting in chairs watching it move along.
The perfect spot to spend a few days.
Of course we weren’t always sitting mesmerized by the river. We ate a lot too. But I don’t think it was typical camping fare. No, we didn’t have the burgers and dogs, didn’t roast marshmallows over the fire. Instead my friend brought along gourmet stuff like this kale and brussel sprout salad and bread baked the day before at a restaurant from her hometown. And that was just Friday’s lunch!
Very overexposed, but I thought it was cool so I’m using it anyway.
Friday evening this guy wandered by, moving slowly up the river. I heard him splashing up the river before I could see him and I swear I thought he was a bear. So I had my camera ready.
Going fishing on Friday night.
I’m sort of glad he wasn’t a bear. Though that would have been very cool.
In the morning my friend went fly fishing too. That’s what you do on a swift and shallow river like the Pigeon. First there was assembling of the rod and the attaching of the perfect fly.
I’d need a magnifying glass to do this!
Then there were a few practice casts in the road.
Practice makes perfect.
And then she was off into the water!
Come on in, the water’s perfect!
I think she had a great time, though I don’t pretend to understand it all. No fish were caught, but she got to get into the river and I got to take pictures. So we were both happy.
Here fishy, fishy!
We saw a few other people in the water, notably a couple of brothers floating by on tubes.
Looks like so much fun!
I was jealous and the entire three days I was there I considered putting on my swimsuit and my water shoes and going upstream a bit and floating back to camp. I didn’t need a tube, I care my flotation devise on my person at all times. (Smile.) For some reason I just didn’t do it. That would probably be my only regret from this trip.
So this post is all about the river
The river moves on past me to it’s own destination.
But there are acres and acres of woods to explore, elk herds to find, stars to watch. What about those?
Light plays.
Guess you’ll have to stay tuned.
The old man in the woods.
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