this winter has changed me. 30 degrees feels warm… shit that's t-shirt weather. so when i saw a few days of low winds and 40 degree temps there was no real decision to be made, only facts and logistics to deal with.
with everything packed and hope in our souls we started the drive at the time most bars are shutting down. the roads around here are are lonely in the those hours when one day transitions into the next. we'd burned a half a tank of gas when we hit a surprise snow storm. the road disappeared and the combination of the headlights and heavy flakes made it feel like we were traveling at warp speed in some sci-fi movie.
i leaned into the steering wheel and white knuckled it for miles and miles. i found myself praying for a sunrise that seemed hours behind schedule and when it eventually happened, we relaxed a little, i set the cruise control and started to think about what flies i'd start the day with.
the air began to warm and eventually it made the snow we had endured seem impossible. we drove into a canyon and parked along the top edge of it's steep walls. the water that slipped along it's base offered plump rainbows for those willing to mix a little rock climbing into their fishing plans.
there have only been a handful of days in my life where i've been literally worn out from catching fish and this was one of them. as we piled into the car to head home i rubbed my sore forearms and for the first time in a long time i closed my eyes and had hope that maybe all of this change might have been worthwhile.