Saturday, March 24, 2018

Way back when

Yeah, yeah, yeah.  The plan was to go up to Clear Creek a few days ago.  The weather had been bordering on fantastic and I was ready. When I woke up it was cloudy and windy but was supposed to get up to 70 degrees.  So, I laid back down thinking I'd go a little later.  Didn't make it.

The next day was also supposed to be in the low 70s.  When I woke up, the sun was shining and things were looking good.  As I was getting ready to go, the clouds moved in and the wind picked up. Nope.

I know that a lot of you are dealing with worse conditions but it's gotten really difficult to push myself out the door lately. I'm not complaining.  I'll deal with it when the time is right. In the meantime, I thought I'd tell you a little story.

Back when I was a young whippersnapper I fished whenever I had the opportunity depending on which adult would take me along.  As I got a little older and able to drive, my attention turned away from fishing and focused on the fairer sex other things. Fast forward a handful of years and I got married.  I developed a new hobby, visiting and photographing old cabins, mines and scenery.  It was all this traveling around outdoors that not only renewed my interest in fishing but sparked my still burning appreciation of the state of Colorado.

Here I was transported to the old West. As I walked among the old ruins of 100 year old ruins I thrived. I heard the sounds of a stagecoach pulling up to the stage stop, I heard children playing outside of the old schoolhouse.  I heard the sounds of mills operating at old mines and I heard loud voices and laughter coming from an old saloon.  Time, nature and vandals have taken their toll.  But for a short period of time, I lived our history and I have no regrets.