On the river

The complete Escanaba Pail Ale creation reference post will wait for a later time. Perhaps after the bottling in a week or so, perhaps after the fall close. Suffice it to say I found it necessary to escape the madness at lil' camp and spend a few hours of solitude on the river. I was reminded of John Voelker's words in Trout Madness:

"There is a certain remote stretch of river on the Middle Escananba that I love to fish by myself; the place seems made for wonder and solitude." - Robert Travers

It was the last day of the trout season. No rises, no catches, no nibbles, but well enjoyed nevertheless.