In his guidebook Adirondack Canoe Waters: North Flow, Paul Jamieson eloquently describes the Deer River:
“The Deer is nearly everything a river can be except big . . . The Deer is miniature, secretive with its closely compressed banks, small shady pools, underground rivulets honeycombing spruce thickets, funnelings in bedrock, islets in braided channels, and ribbony meanderings in a remote silent meadow. The canopy over one divided fall and round pool is so dense you have the feeling of entering a cavern. It is a stream for trout fishermen and connoisseurs of little rivers.”
I’ve been dreaming of the Deer lately.
Photographed August 11th, 2014 at Deer River State Forest, Adirondack Mountains, New York.