Had to get out to the mountains desperately. Work has been super busy so needed to clear up my head and take a good breath of the fresh air instead of the usual city smoke. Trout season was coming to an end so this trip was supposed to be my last one for the year to the Snowy Mountains. Packed up my gear, made sure I haven’t left my tent poles (it did happen in the past) and left city in no time. Cruising on the highway, listening to your favourite tunes, staring at the horizon and watching the sun disappear behind the hills…there’s something magic about long drives. It sort of relaxing and healing in a way. Lots of time to think about whats going on with your life, what decisions you have made or any bright ideas you have for the future. And of course then there’s a fishing part at the end of those long drives. Which turns the whole deep thinking sort of meditating state upside down as soon as you set the hook and fight between fisherman and fish starts. You loose all your sense and care for everything else in the world. All your worries and thoughts disappear like being flushed down the drain. It could be the WW3 happening, but you just wouldn’t give a damn. Doesn’t matter if you believe in God or not. You start praying. Praying like there’s no tomorrow. Praying that the knot you tied this morning is solid as a rock.
