3. ousel. There she walked right into the deepest part and after taking a drink she went straight across to the other bank. Betty and I both felt like shouting "No! No! It's shallower downstream," but of course we held our advice. The little fawn went in deeper and deeper until his tummy hit the cold water and then he plunged forward, slipping and stumbling till he made the bank. He shook like a puppy dog and looked none the worse as he followed mom into the forest. After lunch and a nap we drove upstream to the aspen grove to get a new fork for the fireplace. Beavers have settled into the aspens just above the box canyon and they are knocking down trees like mad. I took my fork from the top of a beaver-felled tree. Millions of mosquitos there. July 1, 1978 I awoke an emeritus professor! Betty commented it was the first time she had slept with an emeritus professor, which I suppose may be true. So after breakfast and splitting some wood I went fishing. From 10:30 AM to 1:00 PM I worked the water in front of our cabin (about 1/4 mile) and took seven fish -- 5 rainbows and 2 brookies, all 7 to 9 inches; but I found if you put a dry fly down the riffles again and again you could tease a fish into taking it. No action in the flat pools.