High Water

Loaded up the dog and waited out the rain in a parking lot in Central Maine.
Met up with old Wik and hit the trail.
Mixed reports about water flow offered us two options,
we would either find blown out chocolate milk or high water heaven.
It was somewhere in between....

Wilkie tells me this flow is normally 100cfs, today we were treated to 4,000.
But there were still a few fish around.