We took two days in November for a final backpack for the year and a glimpse of the Selway River in the cold season. Nights are awfully long in November this far north, there was not a shred of wood that wasn’t soaking wet. The cold was not bitter but it was relentless and the chill sank in deep. But the green of the river and and the forest was jewel-like in the melancholy light, with the woods and shores laced with snow. The stones in water seemed to glow in a perpetual twilight under the overcast sky.
I’ve spent a lot of time by this river in the warm season. It’s a delight to know it a little better and catch a glimpse of its mood as winter began to settle in.