Baptism, plus some recent random photos

  So I did it - I went fly fishing Wednesday afternoon, and it was great.  Not that I caught anything.  Not that I stayed dry.  Not that I really remembered how to cast my line.  It was just amazing to be out in the water, the clear, beautiful water of the Swift River, watching the brown trout jump for their evening meal, listening to the nearby rapids, seeing beavers slink around downed trees ...