At this point in the year, I have not caught a fish since late October.  No complaints here, however I did feel the urge this morning.  Throughout the fishing season, Molly and I don’t get much time to hang out.   Sure, we see each other most nights (except for road trips) from April till mid-November, but that desire to spend mass amounts of time, out of doors with my better half, just can’t be filled during the Guide Season.  Luckily, she’s cool that.  Otherwise, I would most likely be a single fishing guide, living in rural Montana amongst the mountains and the rivers with a bunch of weapons, birds dogs, boats, fly rods, hooks, hackles and camo clothing.

What I rediscovered about myself, is that I enjoy walking for the sake of walking.   Normally, I am really only fond of walking while there is fly rod in my hand or the chase is on for an elk or behind a German pointing dog.   But this trip down through the desert opened me back up to the world of backpacking, hiking and mountain biking.  I had forgotten how it, when strolling through woods for hours on end, with only the intention being to watch the natural world unfold in front of you at a snails pace, actually clears your mind.   I also had forgotten how much fun it is to carry your house on your back.  While on the trail, there were times when thoughts of YNP’s back county, which is filled with trout, drifted through my head.

I feel rather lucky.  Why?  Because there was not one time, in two weeks, that I wanted to push my wife off the edge of a cliff and, thankfully, she never felt the urge either.  Trust me, there were plenty of cliffs.  In all reality, she is the best damn thing to ever happen to me.

The cliff in the photo below, went down over a thousand feet – straight to to the bottom of the valley floor.  If one looks close, they will be able to see the small river and road, which wind through Zion National Park.  This hike was up to Angle’s Landing.   We used the National Park Service provided chains, to get up to the top.  Yes, chains that were bolted to metal posts then set in the rock we were climbing up, helped us not fall off.  We didn’t need ropes, harnesses and all that climbing shit, but there were times when the exposure was very real.