It's 77 degrees on March 11th. I bring stuff for a run in the woods, but the knee is tender, the desire is waning and there is a hatch coming off (not really, but it sounds good). So at this temp waders stay home and the wet legs are a relief. There is already a touch if humidity in the air, is it March or May? I'm not very focused, but don't really care. Stuffed a hammock in the new hip pack, just in case I lost all desire. I didn't. Not much happening till I hit Christians pool and take a big brookie and couple of others. The lights dimming, cicadas buzzing as I bushwack back to the truck. 72 degrees as the dark trees shimmer in the headlights. Is it just me, or did winter just get real short.
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