When the winter weather has dragged on long enough … or when work stress piles up sufficiently … there is a pull towards the mountains that starts to build. Eventually, the need (yes, need) to see the places where Fly Fishing will occur gets overwhelming, and an afternoon drive occurs.
Can’t say it’s well planned, apart from remembering to bring a camera, but such drives do provide a much-needed change of scenery, an escape from cell coverage (even an issue on a Sunday!), and the opportunity to regain a degree of groundedness that everyday life seems to diminish via steady attrition.
This past Sunday was a prime example. I won’t bore you with many interjections, but let the imagery (mostly – I know I ramble) speak for itself!
Very much looking forward to the coming season, and the chance to get out and feel the push of the water on my legs, the breeze and casting spray on my face, and the cool feel of some fat Cutthroats briefly in my hands…
Only 81 days, and change, to go!
Tight lines…