"I think so." I responded, half-certain. "The trailhead is here after all." Though, none of the colours on the map had matched the web version in the slightest.
As we further along the path, we found a largely barren path filled with info boards distinctive to trees - arboriculture content. Confirming our coordinates with Google Maps, it had turned out that we indeed ventured along the incorrect path.
I looked over, acknowledging what I initially thought to be a log as the underside of the overturned fish. The pungent odour filling the air finally made sense to me.
It was unbeknownst me at the time that these species were set to perish and deteriorate after the spawning process. During our brief stay, only one of several salmon succeeded in jumping over one of the river segments. Another was observed to make numerous tries, only to be gradually shifted downstream. There was another that surrendered altogether and began swimming with the discharge direction instead of against it.