As much as I’d love to give you one of my long-winded, blow by blow accounts of the last few days. How about we let our eyes do most of the talking, okay? So many miles, such little time, and I’ve got too much to say.
Too many photos? Yeah I thought so. There’s something about distance, both figuratively and literally that just keeps the blood pumping. The further away from something we are, the more we yearn for it. I think that’s what makes portals like these work. Sharing our experiences in a strange way brings people together. It allows us to vicariously live through someone else’s eyes. We all have distance burning inside us. Often you find yourself days, miles or a world away from something that matters. In the context of steelheading, the flash of chrome peeling drag off your reel can seem so foreign that it almost feels like an out of body experience. I have a propensity to overcomplicate things, and the fish don’t give a shit. I love to search far and wide for something that doesn’t actually exist. 30 seconds into a journey. Picture perfect conditions. The very first drift into a deep pool with the most uncomplicated of rigs. She proceeds to melt away the months of turmoil. And that’s just the beginning. Is it always this easy?
Back to reality, back to the grind. Plodding away on my computer like the rest of humanity. I’m right back to square one. Never before has the old adage been more true. Distance makes the heart grow fonder.