What better way to celebrate the end of summer and beginning of fall than going to the mountains, where the trees are showing off their distinguishing deciduous or evergreen characteristics. This past weekend, I celebrated in no better place than Parcher's Fishing Resort in the Eastern Sierras. Visiting my older brother at his new gig, my family and I saw the newly-acclaimed mountain man in action at the South Lake dock. The aspen trees were also putting on a show for their visitors. Torn from cell-phone service, congested highways, and loud billboards, the aspens' audience was able to appreciate all they had to offer. Accenting their lush evergreen neighbors, the aspens boldly changed colors to a brilliant yellow, transforming the hillside into a type of fantastical golden river. Honestly, these trees make music and dance with the wind. Every coin-sized leaf catches a gust and flails into a full energetic flap, in unison with their sister leaves. Torn from cell-phone service, congested highways, and loud billboards, the aspens' audience was able to appreciate all they had to offer.
On a more stinky note, I hadn't given much credit to the sport of fishing before this past weekend. Though I still don't quite understand the purpose of spending all the time and effort to throw the fish back into the water, I have come closer. Just as I love the time spent in reflection on airplanes and trains, sitting in a boat must have a similar appeal. Both the traveler and fisher are moving toward something, yet they are given the freedom to patiently wait and think their own thoughts. Or perhaps they spend it with a good friend and can "shoot the shit", as Catcher in the Rye's Holden Caulfield would say. We don't get that opportunity often enough.
On a more stinky note, I hadn't given much credit to the sport of fishing before this past weekend. Though I still don't quite understand the purpose of spending all the time and effort to throw the fish back into the water, I have come closer. Just as I love the time spent in reflection on airplanes and trains, sitting in a boat must have a similar appeal. Both the traveler and fisher are moving toward something, yet they are given the freedom to patiently wait and think their own thoughts. Or perhaps they spend it with a good friend and can "shoot the shit", as Catcher in the Rye's Holden Caulfield would say. We don't get that opportunity often enough.
That being said, if you have the opportunity to make it north in the next few weeks, the aspens will be waiting to entertain you. Together with the wind, they will be an alternative to the Book of Mormon and a welcomed break from political conventions this fall.
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