Hayden gets to spend a day fly fishing on the Mohaka River, in the central North island of New Zealand.
A mild fall means the Arkansas River is still fishing like a champ.
Three days of fishing, twenty six miles hiked, and three fish caught. An unforgettable time on the White River in the Flat Tops Wilderness.
Fall lingers in the mountains, meaning one last cahnce to hit the high country for some small stream dry fly action.
As the water level drops, and fall takes hold in the valley, we float Browns Canyon on last time.
I hit a spell recently when I was feeling lots of confusion. I felt confused about almost everything having to do with me, my life and how I was living it. Feelings of fear and wonder associated with self-doubt, my judgments about my abilities to navigate the world, my inability to feel connected to myself and to know what to do about breaking out of the eddy I seemed to be living in.
It’s been awhile since I hit the river, and a little rustiness was on display…
After an extended spring runoff, the Arkansas River has finally dropped and cleared sufficiently for float fishing.
Last week my nephew asked me about meditation and what I thought about it. He said he had a lot of things swimming in his head and would “like to process and react to each thing as thoughtfully and energetically as possible.” That question created an opportunity for me to look at my evolution and relationship with mediation and why I do it.
Fishing the Black Canyon of the Gunnison during the legendary stonefly hatch.
With the rivers and streams running high, we head south to go carping in the San Luis Lakes.
What are emotions? When I was in India a guru told me that, “Emotions are reactions to fields of energy.” I didn’t really understand it fully then, but the more I thought about it and observed it in myself and others, the more I came to realize the truth of what he said.
Good morning, Salida!
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