
“It looks like a movie set,” Jeff said.
“It looks like the soviets just pulled out,” I added.
It was only a halfway attempt at humor. A few months earlier, I travelled to a former soviet state. I spent time in some places that had obviously felt the weight of a very, very difficult period in recent history. And here, in America, the condition of the buildings and infrastructure I was looking at was eerily familiar.
Jeff and I took a detour through this particular town on our way to some fly fishing. The river that flowed through the town and another nearby tributary are both regional hallmarks for trout. Well-to-do anglers, from a handful of metropolitan cities only a day’s-drive away, speak highly of the watershed’s beauty and challenging fish. The area around this place is a legitimate destination.
I wonder how the residents of this time-worn town think about their surroundings.
Like so many Appalachian hamlets, this little village was settled and developed in the mid-19th century with great hope and vigor. A burgeoning economy, one which capitalized on timber, coal, and railroads, led to establishing municipalities such as this. People came, thrived, and inevitably enjoyed the outdoor pursuits that the region afforded them. While the three aforementioned business interests almost always harmed fish populations, the decline wasn’t rapid enough to eliminate it altogether during those boom years.








