Posted on January 17 2017
I’m following tracks along the Snake River. Too small for coyote. Too clawed for rabbit. Otter maybe. Looking for fish just like I am. I’m on snowshoes so I stay farther from the icy edge than the critter, but we’re heading the same way. Upstream. I lean into the biting northern wind and pursue. Winter plowed into eastern Idaho a few days ago. When snow isn’t falling, the temperature is. Twenty below zero one day. I lasted 20 minutes on snowshoes that day. It’s 16 now. I’ll last an hour if the new coat I’m wearing is warm enough.