It is hard to believe, but I am now sixty years old. I am not sure how this has happened, but it has. Time has a way of just moving forward. Or at least that is how we perceive it.
To quote something published in Nature:
“According to theoretical physicist Carlo Rovelli, time is an illusion: our naive perception of its flow doesn’t correspond to physical reality. Indeed, as Rovelli argues in The Order of Time, much more is illusory, including Isaac Newton’s picture of a universally ticking clock. Even Albert Einstein’s relativistic space-time — an elastic manifold that contorts so that local times differ depending on one’s relative speed or proximity to a mass — is just an effective simplification.
So what does Rovelli think is really going on? He posits that reality is just a complex network of events onto which we project sequences of past, present and future. The whole Universe obeys the laws of quantum mechanics and thermodynamics, out of which time emerges.”
Fuck it Dude, let’s go fishing.
We unquestionably got the best campsite. Yeah for us! It was quite chilly in the morning, so we lounged around in the trailer drinking coffee and reading up on fly fishing in Montana. Susanne had a bit of work to do so I walked Sadie up the road for awhile. Fish Creek is quite a lovely little creek. The water is amazingly clear and it is a classic riffle-pool Western stream.
There was bear poop on the road and I had forgotten to bring the mace with me. That is one thing you see in Montana is that everyone walking around in the wilds always has a can of bear mace. I wasn’t too worried as there had already been a number of cars up and down the road, but something to keep in mind.
The campground had filled up last night, but was already emptying out. This seems to be a transitional campsite for a lot of people as it is near I-90 and easy to access. About 11, the sun finally hit the campsite so we rigged of the fishing gear and headed out to see if Fish Creek lived up to it’s name.
Like most stream fishing, it requires a lot of wading back and forth across the stream. Our feet hit the water on the first crossing and we both had the same reaction. BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
We worked our way back up toward the trailer with out much luck. Susanne stopped at a really nice looking hole right by the campsite. I continued upstream. She proceed to get a bunch of strikes and caught a couple. Small but gorgeous buggers. They were pretty wary and didn’t take the fly very hard, so they were a bit tough to hook.
We headed back to the trailer and just hung out in the shade for the rest of afternoon. It was surprisingly hot for September. About 4, I decided to go back out fishing and headed up stream. I found one really nice drift that I tried out with the magic “purple haze” fly that had worked so well for Susanne. BAM! I got a big 16″ brown trout that was big enough I had to use my spiffy new fish net. I caught a couple more and then lost the magic fly to a big feisty Rainbow.
I like fishing but always had a bit of remorse when I bring the fish in. If you snuck up on me after I caught a fish, you can always hear me apologizing and thanking the fish for letting me catch it and telling it to calm down so I can put it back where it belongs. I do like that aspect of catch and release. Evidently, according to Frank, about 95% of all the fish caught and returned survive. Much higher for those that are handled by people who know how to handle fish. That makes me happy.
We are camped near a huge Ponderosa pine. In fact according to the Missoulian:
“The aptly named “Big Pine” is the largest known ponderosa pine in Montana and third-largest in the United States. Its surprisingly unblemished red-orange skin belies its age, which would be roughly 100 years older than George Washington if he were not dead.”
Evidently, it is in danger of falling into the creek, so they are working on a plan to save it. It really is quite an impressive tree and it is nice they are trying to save it from falling into the creek and creating yet another difficult obstacle to get over.
Now if they could just do something with all those slick mossy rocks in the creek I would be happy.
We had a nice dinner and enjoyed the cool weather of the evening. We are going to stay here until Sunday when we will head out and go visit our friends Margaret and Ray just outside of Moscow, ID.
It was a great B-day.