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When I rise the trout darts from behind his rock into the deepest part of the pool, vanishing beneath a whorl of foam. Overhead, the clouds continue their march to the east and beams of sunlight flash on the water’s surface. I bring in my line and wrap it loosely around my hand, hooking the fly into the top of the cork grip on my Tenkara rod. Upstream, over the next tumble of grey, riverwashed granite, is another small pool topped with yet another careless-seeming pile of rock over which clear water splashes, and then another glass-topped pool. And so it goes up the canyon, the river wandering back and forth

across its stone bed, tumbling down granitefloored steps towards the plains of the Front Range to join the heavy currents of the Platte on their way to the ocean. I marvel that the water I’ve touched will rejoin all other waters and rise again into clouds over unknown terrain, then fall on mountain slopes and flow downstream to nourish yet unborn trout. The sun-warmed granite is smooth under my hand as I clamber along the river bank, gazing into each pool, searching for a flashing fin or a swirling plunge of freckled scales.

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