“The solution to any problem — work, love, money, whatever — is to go fishing, and the worse the problem, the longer the trip should be.” – John Gierach
I wouldn’t say I have “problems”, but Gierach’s words definitely speak to one of the many reasons I fly fish.
The last few nights have been spent on the water. I pull my waders over my chilled legs, tie on a hopeful fly, clip my pack firmly around my hips, and begin the stroll to the water’s edge. It’s becoming a ritual. Calming and mind-clearing. My day is not complete until this moment happens and I seek what my husband kindly refers to as “troubled water” – the place within the river’s waters where the trout hang low and at the ready to nab an unsuspecting insect.
But with that said, I know – just as many of you may – that with transition, often comes what Gierach might categorize as “problems”. The unknown, the uncertainty, the “what ifs”. I like a good challenge, and not knowing what’s coming around life’s next bend is definitely the kind of challenge I appreciate. But I think that is why I have been so drawn to the river this last week. Autumn is in the air, uncertainty is blowing through the yellowing leaves, and I find my solace in the flowing waters of the Rio Grande.
This week has reminded me of what fishing means to me… I guess I just never knew how fulfilling it could be to pull my waders on so that I might stand in the depths of such a powerful life force and cast upstream until the sun sets during this season, in this place.
Here are some pictures I was able to grab with my phone while out and about…nothing fancy, but I think they get the point across.