Fly Fishing in Paradise, Part Four
Guest Blogger: Michael Vorhis, Fly Fisher & Author, FreeFlight Publishing
Yosemite Valley itself, handiwork of the noble Merced River, is a feast for any senses to which one might be a slave. To get one’s head around the impossibility of the monstrous stone walls, and to try to imagine what a cupful of water must think when it comes quite unexpectedly to the brink of a three thousand foot freefall, can leave one at a loss to describe or understand. And few visitors give thought to the equally enrapturing world beneath the waterline; but a fly fisherman’s mind goes immediately to that image.