Down in Boiceville I hiked a bit, hoping to have the long stretch between the old railroad station and the Five Arches bridge to myself. I am always surprised more guys don't fish in there.
Well, this particular Sunday twilight I outsmarted myself.
I also watched as a couple of Youths constructed these fine rock sculptures. I see them everywhere. To judge from the cries of merriment issuing from the Youths, I believe marijuana plays an important role in the creation of this type of art.
Soft-hackle wets were the way to go all weekend, which was hot, sticky, and unpredictable, with rain one moment and brutal sun the next.
3 comments:
Looks like a great spot. Is that action shot of you? Intrepid. How the dickens did they balance that one on the left. One would think they would have to be stone cold sober to accomplish that.
Maybe what you call 'rock sculptures' are actually tributes to the River Gods from the local pagan community.
That stone 'sculpture' is a poor copy of Inuit Inukshuk stone piles which were originally landmarks and hunting markers in the Arctic. These things are popping up all over the northern parts of Canada, particularly along major highways. I suppose people just stop to take a pee and feel moved by the Great Spirit to pile up rocks into some sort of shape. Much better than spray painting or carving your "Sullivan was here" message.
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