Monday, June 29, 2015

Blocked By Concrete...

Mountains of concrete block their way.   No passage, no quarter, firm isolation.

The wild redband rainbows of Eastern Washington are steelhead of the landlocked variety.  I can feel it in every ounce of their power when we tussle for time to time.

So I dream about what could have been with adequate fish passage.   I have a feeling it could have been amazing.

Nothing's perfect.  It's a dream of a problem that has no good solution.  We've done a great job at screwing up perfection but who knows what the next 50 years brings.

It could be great.

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