The second frost.

Drove down to the camp yesterday with my bride to take in the foliage and to do some  "shutdown" work. The leaves from Syracuse to Binghamton were  beautiful with bright red and orange maples glittering in the sun.  From Binghamton to Roscoe the colors became more muted as the drought in the ares has caused the leaves to turn in on themselves.

 The big river and the Beaverkill  are nothing but stone piles with water  flowing between the rocks. I've never seen the big river this low.  As is our custom when in the Roscoe/Cooks Falls area we stopped at the Riverside for dinner.  The restaurant overlooks the Beaverkill and the food is very good.  We were enjoying the meal when a river acquaintance saw us and came over to our table to talk.  He guides part time and said it had been very slow lately but that he did have one good day fishing  down river. He was looking forward to the pseudos and said that they never get going until the second frost.

Woke up this morning to find the backyard covered with a heavy frost (the first of the year).  I hope the pseudos can count to two!

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