Winter steelhead are in the lower Bogachiel, but I wouldn’t head this way for a while. We got a couple inches of snow yesterday, and another inch or so already today. The roads aren’t that hot in town, and I imagine the stretches of 101 west of Fairholm and south of the Bogachiel are nasty. Our Lab puppy, Ruby, is having a blast, though. Yesterday, she broke through a thin skin of ice on a pond to retrieve a stick I threw. She’s a little toughy already. I wanted to fish this morning, but stayed home, wrote, and made a northern Michigan breakfast–pickled herring, fried potatoes, fried eggs and sourdough bread. It should have been Swedish rye but, hey, this is Forks.