Winter Solace

With a reprieve from the frigid temps of earlier in the week I found myself contemplating a Sunday morning adventure. The river level was trending low and there was a certainty of crystal clear conditions. For nothing more than a quiet walk through the snow filled bush I decided to embark on the drive north. I made my mind up that this would be a morning session which dictated my approach. The hike in was peaceful and I could clearly see there had been no traffic since our last visit as a recent dusting of snow had covered our tracks. I arrived at my destination to confirm my hopes that I was indeed alone. The temps were mild, the wind was non existent, and the forest was silent. True winter solace on a December Sunday morning. You cannot put a price on fishing a decent piece of water all to ones self.
Today success was measured by peace, tranquility, and solitude.
On the way out I had an epiphany.