It's the beginning. It's the beginning of October, the last month of the season. That means it's also the beginning of the end.
But on the way in you stop and look down the valley toward Secret Lake and think about possibilities yet unrealized. At the lake you find fish along the shorelines--browns and rainbows both, and your newly tied flies catch them. There's a gusty and variable wind all evening, but it stays warm. The sky is an ever-changing artwork of shapes and colors. And a big moon smiles at you all the way home.
It's the beginning of the end, but it was a very good beginning.