(Yoga, in particular, is proving to be therapeutic: "My mind follows my Om…flows upstream, dips into the HAS at Kirkuk, to a call coming, to the rhythm of timeless combat").
But not so much for me: shivering in my tan waders despite four layers of clothing underneath, I crouched forward, aiming my fly upstream toward a rock.
Eight hours later, I had worked my way upstream and the task was complete.
For example, the standing water in an improperly graded storm drain is less than 100 feet from my well, and upstream from the wells of my neighbors.
This is an interesting discussion: subsidies for renewables versus carbon tax versus (my personal preference) upstream regulation of the fossil fuel industry to drive the development of carbon capture.
Writing in Esquire in 1983, he merrily labeled his feminist detractors "brie brains" and "spit dribblers" before tossing off this memorable line: "Even now, far up in the wilderness in my cabin, where I just shot a lamprey passing upstream with my Magnum, I wouldn't have the heart to turn down a platter of hot buttered cheerleaders".
I walked upstream, drifted my fly over it and was connected to a bright 13-pounder.
I was feeling a certain guilty-liberal disappointment at not having found more industrial horror upstream from my puffin.
The Paldang Dam — the one in the story that destroyed the ecosystem upstream at my mother's village — is about the size of one the hydroelectric dams I had seen on the Columbia River in Washington State.
I remember helping to launch the rescue boat in the shallow water downstream, and the struggle of my teammates to get upstream, passing under a bridge, as the boat made its journey to the site where, later, we recovered the body of the children's father.
