Work and the world are once again conspiring against me so I took to the natural world to heal. Two weeks prior, I decided to take up creek fishing and bought rods and tackle thinking that'd be a relaxing hobby. A half a day fishing and a half a day exploring and set up a click below the fly fisherman under the tressel and watched him pull one in after the next. So I stopped fishing and found the water that feeds the creeks which comes off the mountains and I heard the Catskill average between 50 and 60 inches a year of rainfall.
I dropped that early rain data number here so I can feel, just for a moment that I'm kinda smart and stuff. Actually, the fine folks at Greene County visitors center dropped that on me earlier in the year.
So as I'm walking the shoots sipping on an Ascension pilsner (Catskill Brewery) pup-a-lup in tow, I'm watching the trees sway too and fro as the wind was blowing with voracious gusts. I set my fishing gear again and reread the water, watching those little fast eddys where the Brook Trout like to wait behind a rock, the easiest place to snag food, but no nibbles - not the Shad, Striped Bass, Walleye nor the Herring - all indigenous fishies.
But the trees are watching me and I can tell they feel my love of all natural things, it exudes from every pore and I smile at the happy Hemlock with respect to say "I'm in your world and I'll leave it better than I found it". The Beech and Birch liked this answer and whispered to the Maple that humanoid embraces the Creeks code of honor and respect - not so sure about that big thing on four legs accompanying him tho.
I did receive what I came for which is to say that the coolness to ease my mind, my body and my soul rolled over me and took me away and it won't be long till we meet again. read more