After writing the prior blog (Good vs. Evil) this morning, and being none too happy about the “state of the world” (the human world), I again went fishing. During this, my vacation, I go fishing most afternoons. The weather in October was delightful, and these first two days of November equally so. The river is now low and exceptionally clear, and the dry fly fishing can’t be beat.
I drove 15 minutes from my house to my favorite stretch of river – six miles of the Rio Grande that runs through the Orilla Verde (Green Banks) Recreation Area, upstream of the small village of Pilar. These are the lowermost miles of the river in the newly-designated Rio Grande del Norte National Monument, which centers on the Rio Grande Gorge, from the Colorado state line to the end of the gorge at Orilla Verde. A paved road follows the river upstream from Pilar to the Taos Junction bridge, where the road then turns to dirt as it climbs steep slopes out of the gorge. A herd of bighorn sheep can often be seen alongside that section of road. Upstream of Taos Junction bridge is the famed Taos Box stretch of whitewater, which runs 16 miles downstream from the bridge at Arroyo Hondo. It’s pure wilderness gorge upstream of there.
What does fishing do for me, you might ask? My wife, Kathy, says it’s a meditation – which it most certainly is, keeping me focused in the here and now. Beyond that, beyond the act of fishing, is the place where it takes place. A trout fishing author said that trout live in beautiful places, and you cannot find a more beautiful place than Orilla Verde. Nor can you find a more beautiful creature than a trout. I worship only Mother Nature, and she never fails to provide me with a reason to live.