My goal was to get as far from other people as I could, so I went to the one place in my mind that says wilderness.
Which usually involves a decent walk to really get to the heart of...
And while it might take a while to truly feel isolated,
you damn sure know it once you're there.
I've always had trouble quieting my mind, even if the thoughts running around were inane, but fishing small streams brings with it a focus that doesn't demand your full attention but allows you to let it do so, if you're willing.
Background noises fade away as the sound of rushing water fills your ears.
The sun breaks through persistent clouds and hits the water just right.
And if you're lucky, that wild world begins to let you in.
It's the kind of place you can get immersed in for hours, until night begins to fall and you're forced to make your way back to where you've set up camp for the night. You'll do it all again tomorrow and then the next day until society's pull and responsibility says its time to return home.
I'm sure I'd said it before on these pages, but if I ever stop having fun catching this fish or marveling at each unique beauty, I'll know my time fishing has come to an end. As far as I can tell, that's a long time from now.