the pathless wood
Fly fishing is rarely about the catching of a fish. Rather, the sunrise and sunset, the day’s changing light, swirling waters, the punch of the forest turning in fall, the kiss of a snowflake in January, the scents of the forest greening up in spring, the orchestra of bird calls, wind and insects punctuated by the rise of a trout all converge to transport you to a physical, mental and emotional place where you can have your most profound personal moments and work on your own story.
Our local mountains have miles of water where you can escape the crowds and the stresses of Society and connect with the more intangible aspects of fly fishing. This is your opportunity to rest on a boulder or a log and have your A River Runs Through It moment discussing William Wordsworth with your closest intimates. Some of these refuges may require light to moderate hiking but each will allow you to punctuate your day with plenty of Trout.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage