i'm sitting here, staring at a computer screen. it's filled with photos and a video of this past weekend. as i stare into the glowing memories, the words to describe how amazing the smoky mountains are, especially this time of year, just aren't coming. i guess you just can't do it. how could you?
after a summer filled with fishing around several other anglers, dodging tubes and rafts, and hiking into the highest elevations to try and escape people, you just can't describe how amazing it is to get away from it.
but that's just the beginning.
it's hard to describe the exact shade of orange you find on the leaves there.
to convey what the sun looks like when it starts to hit the tops of the brightly colored trees.
the smell of smoke that a campfire emits from the night before.
i can't explain any of this. i can't find the words.
i can explain to you that a weekend out there felt like coming home.
that life some how felt a little more in perspective than it was before.
oh, yeah, and the fishing was pretty great, too.
"Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean."
this past summer many a day was spent on tiny "blue line" streams, looking glass being one of them. there was very little water and very warm temperatures. not so good for summer fishing...
but, because of this "tragedy" we were able to experience some of the most beautiful places with they most magnificent of fish. tiny as they were, in a way they had so much more to offer than the giants we all seem to be looking for.
"maybe your stature as a fly fisherman isn't determined by how big a trout you can catch, but by how small a trout you can catch without being disappointed."