Winter on the Wallowa waterway, sunny and cold and
all those rednecks and long waders in the river, silent for once.
Winter steelhead are coming. You can track migration by
the herds of dirty pickups and stockdogs parked and panting anywhichway.
It’s nearly noon. In a cloud of gravel and dust,
the faithful FedEx driver pulls his shiny white truck to a sudden stop ‐‐
You could get lucky too: Lunchtime, winter, Minam canyon.
