Escapes

The Gallatin River on a smoky summer evening.

I’m finishing the end of a 75+ hour work week and marveling at the body and brain’s ability to just buckle down and get things done. That said, my to-do list keeps expanding at a mad exponential rate and sometimes I just need to get away from it all.

The Gallatin’s quickly becoming my respite. I can take three hours, run up the canyon, wet a line, and just get away from it all.

Somehow things never seem clearer than when by oneself on the river.

Here’s an image from an escape a few nights ago. Please excuse the iPhone pic – my mind was rather into fishing and not photography that night. Smoke in the valley was so bad that visibility was limited to under a mile. As you can see, it was a bit better up the canyon.

I had this nice run all to myself for a good few hours, and I came back to town feeling much better. I brought along a Clif bar and a Nalgene of water for dinner and I was set.

Sometimes you just have to run to the water.

Tags: Rivers