Drop out time

Two weeks away from modernity is not nearly enough, but it has been a fine respite, these past, brief, fleeting days of spring.  It began with a solo excursion to wolf country, cabin chores, repairs, clean ups, natural observations, fishing and other happy pursuits that require no phones, internet, electricity or running water.
Two great friends arrived after their day of steelhead fishing and were easily convinced to stay the night and fish again the next day.  They had encountered fresh chrome.  Very high water was the norm on the larger rivers and there were fish to be had - if you could land them !  I did not handle a fish for two days, but several handled me, thank you.

Then it was on to inland trout lakes, but all save one were still ice covered on May 17th.  That little gem was likely still frozen on the 16th, so when I fished it, an isothermal condition was encountered that provided no incentive for the fish to bite. It was, however, spectacularly beautiful - well worth the paddle and the kayak drag up the snow covered trail.

Then the rain commenced for three days of constant and much needed soakage.  All the rivers went out of shape, into the woods, unfishable. The culvert washed out under my road - yikes ! The NE wind howled and howled and yanked the ridge cap off of one side of the cabin !

There were a few repairs to attend to for a couple of days (another story).
Then back to fishing and foraging and functioning in a natural diurnal rhythm.

So, the last full day before having to come back to reality, I went to a little stream that usually comes back into shape fairly soon after a major rain event. Indeed when I arrived it looked absolutely Hamm's Beer! There were a couple of steelhead in every hole and no one around to bother them.

And I came back to modernity, why ?