November 10th came and went, and in the process of dousing trip plans due to sub-zero temperatures I realized I’d missed an anniversary of sorts. The date, one year past, was the last day I rigged an indicator.
I’d never touched one of those little plastic globes before arriving in the Higher State, but it would be hypocritical to suggest reaching some level of enlightenment prior to or as a result of tossing them aside. There was no swearing them off, cursing them proper, or any other such nonsense; we’ve had some very fine days together, now permanently deposited in the memory bank.
Further, there’ll be no waxing the merits of traditionalism, nor some banal pronouncement of environmental benefit. Truth be told, I just got bored watching a bobber drift by, indeed lost interest in the concept altogether.
MG signing off (to catch fewer fish I suppose, but to have less fun I do not)