Last weekend was just about the same. I dipped out of town and spent a few days wading through two of my favorite Northern California rivers. The weekend started with a 6:00 a.m. wake up call from a friend of mine (one of the fishiest guys I know) who wanted to throw streamers at first light. We got on the river just before the sun peaked over the pine trees and spent a few hours meandering through boulders and wading through thick morning fog. We landed a few nice fish and parted ways a few hours later. He went back to his duties as father and husband and I went back to my uncles place to plan for the evening hatch.
The next 24 hours gave me the opportunity to be on the water completely alone, which was exactly what I needed. It gave me time to mentally step away from work, reflect on some bigger life happenings, and overly focus on getting a clean drift for some super picky trout. At the end of the weekend, I was not only rested physically, but was mentally recharged and ready to take on the busy day-to-day life of working in the city. Fishing does that for me. It gives me the room to block things out or the space to really think deeply about where I'm at in life. The calming stress relief that fly fishing can provide is one of the reasons I love getting out on the water, even if it's at 6:00 a.m. on Saturday morning!