Breaking Up Is Hard To Do.
It's been a week since Jean and I took in what we both felt were the best colors we have seen in the Catskills. The hills covered with maples were a blaze with red and orange. On the drive down today from Lafayette to Binghamton the leaves were well past peak. As I headed east into the Catskill foothills things got better. Yes, the hills that were bright orange and red last week are now mostly gray, but the hills covered with oaks are just coming into their peak colors. They are bright yellow, dark red and a rusty orange with the green of pine and hemlock sprinkled in. If we hadn't had such a beautiful trip last week, I'd call Jean and ask her to come down again, (maybe she could even help close up the camp). Spent an hour and a half cutting/raking the lawn, and before I knew it, it was time to check out the fishing. Drove up the PA side starting at 2:30, made my usual stops and never saw a bug on the water or a fish rise, (did see what I was sure were three trout off the ...