The soft cool breezes of brilliant hued sunsets. A warming promise of golden dawn stealing down canyons filled with the scent of sage. My daughter’s laughter and the smell of horse sweat and leather as we ride the trails.
High ridge tops, emerald green valleys below and white-capped peaks reaching to a brilliant blue sky above. Sunlight glistening down the riffles of the rivers and the noisy ‘slurp’ of a big old brown trout sipping down a well placed dry fly.
My muscles strain against the drift boat oars, the hiss of my son’s fly-line past my ears as he casts from the bow of the boat.
It’s all good.