See me? The name's Crawdaddy!
With the low gin clear water, the native Brookies are laying low...but they're still there.
Amber and I had a rare opportunity to get away for the weekend, so we headed west for Charlottesville and had a wonderful little get-away. It was just a slow, stress free weekend. Amber and I decided we need to be more intentional about taking more quality time like this. We spent the better part of Saturday at Monticello, followed by a dinner visit with some dear relatives.
To close out the weekend, we decided to take advantage of the weather and make the short drive to the Shenandoah National Park to check out a little trout stream I heard about. The North Fork Moormans River is a small blue ridge mountain stream in Albemarle County, just outside of Charlottesville. The water was extremely low but there was plenty of flora and fauna besides. This little free stone stream is home to a small population of native brook trout, mostly in the upper reaches. The forest was practically teeming with Swallow-Tails, lush vegetation, and various wildflowers. We spotted a few trout but they were extremely shy and we weren't really prepared for the conditions. Nevertheless, we enjoyed hiking and soaking in the beauty of our Heavenly Father's creation.