“Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees, cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here…”
Gilmour and Waters.
Prophetic lyrics from a couple of progressive rock songwriters… 1975.
Being responsible during these troubled times does not necessitate isolation. Common sense will guide you to get out and do the activities that you love to do, and still meet all of the requirements that good science dictates. And good science that concerns mental health will say that this is not just a good idea, but that it is essential.
I recently spent a day hiking in a remote canyon in the Uinta Mountains, Utah. This is a place where social distancing can be measured in miles, not feet. As I neared the finish of the 4 mile hike, my lungs were burning and telling me that there was not enough oxygen for them at 8,000 feet elevation. The sun was setting behind the red rock canyon wall, and the temperature was dropping quickly.
I waded out into the cold river, and cast across to a beaver’s home, which marked a place in the river where I knew there were plenty of fish stacked up in the deep hole in front of it. I felt my line go heavy, lifted my rod, and had the thrill of a large fish at the end of my line. A few minutes later I released a beautiful, Green River brown trout, back into the icy water.
I’ve never felt more alive in my life.
Both of these browns were caught with a 3.5 inch, milk white tube jig. A surprisingly effective trout lure in rivers.