30°F. December. Idaho. We drive the familiar, windy road. Park and unload. Slight snow falls. Warm breath escapes lungs. Ice and snow cover hard dirt. The sound of eagles is evident. The sight of eagles nil. Death of Kokanee escapes except for one lone de-bodied dead head.
Mineral Ridge covered in frosty fog. Chartered cruises float upon cold Lake Coeur d'Alene waters. Pine grow tall and scrape the sky as roots jut across landscape and dig deep. Dilapidated docks submerged in a watery grave.