By the Water Visiting a famous beauty-spot we found the
turnstile unattended, for it is not supposed to be the season for looking at waterfalls; but we passed through, paying oar penny and operating the device our- selves. A wintry sun was on the tips of the larches that stood in brown rows above the river. A fine spray rose from the water, frothing over the fall and churning in the pool beneath. The time to see a waterfall is winter when the flow is strong. I stood looking into a pool some distance below the fall, wondering if a salmon could get so far or if a big brown trout hung at moorings there, and, as I stood, I experienced that soothing sensation I have had so often while fishing. -The sound of the water blots out all other sounds, and the moving river begins to have an almost hypnotic fascination. It is the effect of this combination of sight and sound that makes one forget the passing of time when using a fly rod.
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