For the first time in ages, the back of my rig is void of anything fishing. Not one rod or fly box. Nothing for ‘just in case’. I have been busy with life’s duties and obligations. Just the way it is. The passion is too engrained to just evaporate; too many years. Right now it all seems out of focus. Or is it? See that escape to what feels best is alive and well, I believe.

Messages abound, signs that even a brief escape would be beneficial and soon. Like yesterday…a sign…I was exiting the freeway, headed home. I saw a sign. A contrast of sorts that begged for more simplicity, more nature, escape.

Half naked young women performing a car wash at a nude bar, other young women ‘soliciting’ for dirty cars on the sidewalk, as cars passed by. Next to them, a large white limo in the lot. The limo appeared to have carried a large family (old and young dressed in they finest). They were laying flowers, wreaths, balloons on the lot…holding a wake of sorts, next to car wash event. Such event planning. A spot where last week a young man was shot to death. Some ambush & revenge issue from the ‘hood.

The contrast of it all was not some terrible theater of life that causes confusion, questions or stress. No, it was almost comical, humorous and ‘interesting’. That was when, as I drove on, I said to myself…’self, you need to get your ass out of town soon and fish’. Yep, that’s what I said. The weirdness of the city must be endured yes. But, to endure it, one must periodically escape to the greater chapel.