Well, I came down with one of those darn viruses, so while Iím *not* fishing today Iíll share a little experience I had a couple weeks ago.
A rare low-wind opportunity compelled me to haul the kayak down the rocky shoreline and along the ice to reach open the water.
I did catch a cutbow, and lost a couple others right at the boat. However, this dayís value wasnít all about the fishing.
It was one of the most pleasant afternoons Iíve spent on Horsetooth in any season. Such was its placidity, I literally felt guilty at times for making ripples. Then I noticed the ripples themselves were a piece of art.
I enjoyed the sunset from the water, finally landing shortly after dusk. As I slid the kayak along the shoreline to my exit point, my headlamp shone upon the icy perimeter. This light penetrated the thin layer of ice, at times illuminating the green-tinted water and smooth rocks beneath.
Suddenly, beneath a rocky overhang, two bubbles in the ice lit up like golden orbs. The structure of those spherical air pockets caught the headlampís light in a unique way, reflecting the colors of the water and rock from beneath.
In a moment, I found myself on hands and knees, trying to capture the scene with just my phone and headlamp. For the next 45 minutes, I was transported into a magical world of ice crystals and miniature caverns hewn in colorful rock.
In reality I crawled along perhaps 20 yards of shoreline. Yet with music in my earbuds, the world around me disappeared and my focus narrowed down to a sole beam of light from a headlamp which was now in my hand.
The scale of the scene in my gaze was irrelevant, with inches-long icicles becoming ceiling-high in both my mind and my phone camera lens. It bordered upon what Iíd call a mystical experience, in the same way snorkeling a beautiful reef might elevate oneís soul and temporarily transport them to another world. It was easily the highlight of the day.