He told us about Christ's disciples being fisherman, and we were left to assume...that all great fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fisherman and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.

At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.

Ahead and to the west was our ranger station - and the mountains of Idaho, poems of geology stretching beyond any boundaries and seemingly even beyond the world.

I knew that, when needed, mountains would move for me.

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.

A river, though, has so many things to say that it is hard to know what it says to each of us.

Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect