7 Months 15,000 miles
Hard to believe itís been a year. After 7 months of traveling Iíve been in no big hurry to jump back into the rat race. Trying to re-acclimate back into society whilst firing my brain back up has been touch and go. I feel like a bug on a windshield.
The trip wasnít really what I imagined. Then again I imagined that after a few months of stream hopping Iíd get hired to be the personal masseuse / fish manager at some super hot Hollywood starletís Colorado estate. She also happened to have a place in Belize. Fair to say, expectations were pretty high.
Donít get me wrong, in no way am I complaining. I had great time. I traversed some of the most amazing and scenic country in the world**. I got a lifetimes worth of trout fishing in. And it would be an understatement to say I met some interesting people along the way.
There where no great epiphanies or callings found along the way, but the feeling of unplugging from the fray is life changing. Clichť as it might sound, words cannot express the feeling of that first sunset over the Colorado. Not a concern, nor worry, or anything hanging on me. For the first time in my life there was no path, no place to be, or anything that had to be done in the foreseeable future. I mean nothing. I could go anywhere or do anything, liberating to say the least.
Another first for me was that there was no structure, no parameters, or anyone to answer to within the near future. After so many decades of school days, work days, vacation days, this was an interesting change up. The weekend warrior, 24 hour fishing marathon despite the weather days were over. With an abundance of time and options, I became a fair weather fisherman. A noteworthy side effect of getting off the grid was that without the daily stimulus of work calls, emails, meetings, problem solving, etc., the brain can turn to mush. Add in some significant runs/bouts of social isolation and frequent solo happy hours to magnify the effects. As always in life thereís a catch.
Iíve been in no particular hurry to jump back into the fray. I spent the holidays with the family, and picked up some work for a few months in Laguna CA.
Unfortunately I donít have much fish porn other than what Iíve already posted. I mostly fished solo and I learned early on that my fish selfies usually turned out terrible***.
Iíd like to thank my Colorado fly fishing Sensai, Master Fukuchi. It was a lot more like first ďKarate KidĒ movie than Iíll go into detail. I still donítí understand how polishing Airstream trailers with an electric buffer transitioned into my casting stroke. I question his claims of it helps the Tenkara discipline.
At this time Iíd like to announce (still working on a name) 2014. Last year was a practice a run! Iím going to reboot, slim down the gear, and hit some of my favorites from 2013 knowing what I know now as well as some of the ones I regret skipping. Iím planning on squeezing in my domestic travels into 2-3 months, and then head to a more exotic local for the remainder of 2014. Naming rights for the 2014 trip are available.
**Starting the trip in southern Utah was a mistake, scenery wise all downhill from there.
***I suffer from an acute case of banana hands.