Life can be a grind. I'm pretty lucky that my family & I have a pretty good living situation, but everyday stresses will still gradually accumulate to the point of implosion. We've all been there, and we all have our own personal outlets.
Fishing for trout in a cool, clear, shaded stream is my mental exhaust valve, so in a relative spur of the moment decision, I hopped in the car after work on Friday and headed six hours north for some "alone time" in the mountains.
Epic fishing? No. Heck, thunderstorms even chased me off the water a bit early.
But so worth it. It had been far too long.
Spent six more hours in the car on Sunday, but absolutely no complaints.
Man, it feels good.