a wide spot on that narrow dirt road, because i wanted to go fishing.
after he parked the car, we slipped, slid, and trudged at least a half of a mile down the side of that mountain, and there we found that the pools in that grassy, park-like area, were formed by beaver dams, and the fish that i thought i had seen were no longer jumping.
any way, we went fly fishing, we caught fish on almost every cast, but they were small brooks, about six to ten inches long. we decided that the large ripple marks that i had observed were made by beaver slapping their broad tails on the 