I’d been trying to get out on the water, specifically the East Walker before the tough summer flows hit, but with my anniversary, my son’s birthday and all the end of the school year stuff, I was having trouble finding a day. So I targeted Friday. Yes, the Friday before the Memorial Day weekend. What was I thinking?
Look, I don’t have a real job. Holidays are meaningless to me for the most part. It just didn’t occur to me half the people on the planet would be leaving early for the long weekend. I pulled up to the Elbow and saw half a dozen RVs spread around, two guys on dirt bikes ripping up one of the trails, but my honey hole was open. However, as I approached, six middle aged RVer’s walked around the bend in swimming suits carrying blow up inner tubes and rafts.
I can take a hint! I just gave up on fishing and did a little exploring. No pictures, nothing spectacular. I don’t like crowds. I know the East Walker isn’t mine or exclusive to fishermen, but it seems harder and harder to get away from the crowds. Places I visited five years ago and had to myself, now are teaming with people. I guess the economy means camping out is preferred to expensive tourist destinations and fancy hotels, not to mention the whole outdoors experience is being promoted heavily.
Unfortunately, a lot of the folks that go, just don’t understand part of the attraction is the peace and quiet, the solitude. They bring the city and it’s noise and crowding with them. They don’t respect personal space and have no idea how loud and obnoxious they can be. I wish it were just rich lawyers in the Simms waders with their $800 Sage rods like the locals in Montana complain about. I could deal with that. Weekdays and waters that don’t show up in magazines. That’s my mantra.
P.S. Props to our men and women serving in the armed forces and to those that have sacrificed all in the name of liberty.
P.S.S. Yes, I am a curmudgeon. Thanks for asking.