Most people imagine rivers to belong meandering waterways flowing down faraway mountains, through the valleys and the plains until it reaches the ocean or a lake. Along its entire route, the river fertilizes the land allowing plants and crops to grow. Animals congregate around its banks, humans build towns and cities. Water from rivers are diverted for flood control, irrigation, power generation, drinking, and even waste disposal. This is true for many rivers on this planet. But there are also rivers that are so short that you could walk the entire length of it within a few minutes. You might argue that if a river is so small, it shouldn’t be called a river at all but a stream or a creek, which begs the question: what defines a river?
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Then there’s that short, very clear one on main Ruta 40 south of Bariloche in Argentine Patagonia. Where Ruta 40 is met by the lesser Ruta 82 at Villa Mascardi, where there is a bridge across a river that come piling out of Lago Guillelmo to the south, then briefly runs north, not for the mere yards being mentioned here but more a mile or so(?) to enter a much-larger, blue-crystal lake, Lago Mascardi, at a fine-looking “boca” or rivermouth.
I never fished it, but did stop at the spot once on my first trip to Esquel many miles to the south, to have a snack and glug down some cold water and watch a local flyfisher, a very good caster, wading deep in the Mascardi boca, repeatedly fire out a streamer far across the entering current with sinking shooting-head.
After a few minutes his fly was taken. The hooked fish, a b ig, silvery, surely double-digit rainbow, promptly went airborne ballistic then ran far and long out into Mascardi, where it came out of the water once more then was gone.
A nice spot of fishy entertainment on our way south.