My guest writer, Sean Sanders, lives and fishes in the Front Range of Colorado, trying to find balance between life as a husband, caregiver to two crazy bulldogs, and the daily grind of selling stuff. And while not on the water, he is busy trying to justify his fly fishing obsession on his blog Up the Poudre (www.upthepoudre.com). I had the pleasure of meeting and fishing with him during last year's Rocky Mtn. Frenzy... Now, he shares with us, yet another awesome read... enjoy.
We dream in colors, seeing things in distorted truths, breaking open a world of which we experience in flashes, waiting only for the buzzer to pull us back into a mundane reality. Like clouds rolling in and out of frame, time lapsed for the impatient, with forcing storms bringing rain and life to landscape. The summer blurred in ashen smoke, a canyon closed, and with one strike, the river turned black.
The cheap coffee from Ted’s Place burned a sad reminder that I had left a full pot of black at home and unattended. The bulldog’s are assuredly pacing anxiously. Yellow lines blinked intermittently, cautioning, as I entered the canyon for the first time in months. Three fly rods for the day trip, nervous I wouldn’t recognize a vein I’ve traced more times than I’m allowed to admit. Recovering, I return.