Our Very Own Brocken Spectre
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Sep 25, 2021
Jerry Jeff Walker is singing Little Bird
Here are a few photos from a North Georgia foothills late fall fishin’ trip from a couple of years ago. And what a three-day trip it was! We discovered the Brocken spectre. The amazing thing was that my son Zac was sitting in a lawn chair parallel to me and a few feet away. The phenomenon lasted for several minutes. I took photos of mine. He took photos of his. Never the twain did we meet. The sun was coming up through dense trees at our backs. The mist was hugging the surface of the river.
What words can I add to this most excellent adventure? The photos say it all and can’t really say enough. And we caught a few trout. Cheers ya’ll!
