Turning
back time on the Neversink: There’s
at least one Catskill stream where time stands still, if not goes backwards as
you wander it, perhaps in pursuit of wild brook trout. It’s the upper Neversink, actually both
branches of this legendary trout water.
One still might be able to find footprints of John Burroughs along the
West Branch. In his essay A Bed of
Boughs Burroughs wrote, “It was nearly noon when we struck the West Branch, and
the sun was scalding hot. … The scene
was primitive, and carried one back to the days of his grandfather…”
Burroughs
Neversink, depicted below can be found somewhere upstream of Frost Valley but
downstream of the shadows of Slide Mountain.
Burroughs
was no stranger to the East Branch either.
He wrote this about the twin sister, “The prospect for trout was so good
in the stream hereabouts, and the scene so peaceful and inviting, shone upon by
the dreamy August sun, that we concluded to tarry here until the next day. It was a page of pioneer history opened to
quite unexpectedly.” From personal
experience, not much has changed here all these decades later.
No comments:
Post a Comment