It was one of those days where I should have just stayed home. I tried to stay home but I kept talking myself into going. Once I left the house I drove to the local Stop and Rob for gas and a hot link and something cold to drink and hit the road right back home. When I had to make the last second decision whether to keep going or not, I kept going.
Traffic was unbelievably heavy for a Saturday morning. All the way up the canyon I kept arguing with myself about continuing. I even turned off the road once then continued on. As I approached my starting place there were a few cars pulled over, but no one fishing.
The second thing I noticed was what looked like lower then usual flows. Not California low, but low. The third thing I noticed was too strange to explain although I'll try. I'm going to assume that everyone reading this knows what crop circles are, right? Those swaths cut out in fields that reportedly are made by aliens.
I'm not saying I believe that aliens make crop circles. I'm also not saying that what I saw was anything other than whatever your best guess might be. All I know is that the "fish corral" wasn't here the last time I was.