“I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.”- Henry David Thoreau
This Saturday, the weather was the loveliest it had been in a good while. There was wind enough to keep the black flies at bay, and a bright sunshiny sky. We packed a backpack with the necessities: A Louis L’amour Western novel in paperback, a thermos of strong Pu’er tea, the Polaroid camera, a few bottles of Captain Eli’s Blueberry Pop, and then of course the fishing tackle. We set off for the trail about an hour before sunset.
“Fishing is much more than fish. It is the great occasion when we may return to the fine simplicity of our forefathers.” – Herbert Hoover
I caught a little fish.. and it seems I enjoy the act of fishing rather than actually catching the fish.
“A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature”. – Henry David Thoreau
We listened to the Cicada’s lullaby, and read aloud of the badlands, of shootouts in dusty saloons, and of the cowboy named ‘Flint’.
And at the end of the evening, we set back down the trail.
The sun set behind us, and we made our way back to the car
On to Ice Cream cones and a drive, windows down with the early summer breeze drifting through the rolled down windows.