• Voices from the river

    Chama 2.0

    Big browns can live in the Chama thanks to restoration work

    A restored channel below Abiquiu Dam reinvents a New Mexico trout stream In the first "Rocky" movie, the title character dreams of being a prizefighter, yet understands that he will never rise above being a heart-of-gold jaw breaker for a small-time Philadelphia mobster. The Rio Chama below Abiquiu dam can relate; like Rocky Balboa, Abiquiu’s flood control and water storage day job is far from sexy. During irrigation…

  • Voices from the river

    Dear Kids …

    Who will we be when this is all over?

    Let me start by saying, for most of the parents of the world, that we have no idea what we are doing. The truth is, we might be in trouble here. I noticed it the other day as you were toddling around the house, swearing under your breath as you tried to find where you…

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    Birds, books and flies

    Birding has become a distraction for one shut-in Alaska angler

    Whiling away the coronavirus pandemic in Alaska I had a realization the other day while wandering my neighborhood bike path with the pooch, eyes scanning trees for the flutter of wings and ears waiting for the jubilant spring song of rambling birds.  I am unintentionally prepared for this quarantine.  After a pleasant trip south of the border, I returned to new norms of social distancing and a more or less…

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    Running toward it

    Thoughts of recreation and even fishing now feel indulgent

    We were just at the point of beginning to wash our hands all the time, after the first few cases were confirmed in New Mexico during my son’s spring break.   The plan was to head to Utah and fish the San Juan on the way home. We camped the first three nights at Canyonlands, where we took a couple long…

  • Voices from the river

    Room to breathe

    “Mom, has something like this ever happened to you?” Clara looked up from the snowy tire ruts where she was struggling to keep her cross country skis. “You mean like Coronavirus?” “Yeah.” I immediately thought of Sept. 11, 2001, when the planes flew into the towers, and tried to recall how I felt. I remembered…

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    The home float

    As the old Toyota truck bounced over the river rocks and headed toward the water I couldn’t help smiling to myself. My brother and I sat together in the cab, our dad behind the wheel. He was dropping us at the river for a day fishing, like so many times before. “You guys be careful,”…