Saturday, May 12, 2018

Out with the new and in with the old...

At the risk of sounding like a curmudeon (cur'mudg'eon / noun: a bad-tempered or surly person.) I need to vent a little about something I have already discussed previously in this blog. I'm not so cranky as to totally dismiss progress. I was once promoted over younger more capable people because of my willingness to adapt to change, a quality I've always admired in others.

So, why in the name of God's green earth is it so hard to adapt to the new look of my favorite section of Clear Creek?  I'm certainly not adverse to others enjoying the things they enjoy in such a beautiful setting; just not in my fishing hole.









Fishing this section of Clear Creek Canyon has been bringing me a lot of pleasure for more years than I can count.  And even though the distance between the creek and the roadway could be measured in feet, I could easily get lost there.

Now...as I get ready to embark on my first Clear Creek excursion, here's what I face.










Clear Creek runs approximately 66 miles. I guess it's time to explore...