Fished up and down Clear Creek this afternoon in the canyon above Golden. Every time I drive up one of these little canyons in the foothills, I think of one of my favorite songs. I always find myself blasting this as I drive up these canyons, as it explains perfectly my emotions. Found lots of eager little browns, and had a great time fishing every piece of soft water I could find. Spent a lot of time sliding up and down rocks, and trying not to fall down 30 foot cliffs. I'm sure anyone that fishes Clear Creek a lot can agree that accessing the best water requires a fair share of billy goating.
Up the Canyon
By The String Cheese Incident
As I chase that evening sun towards my home,
Headed up the canyon all alone,
Worries are behind me fade to black,
I got my windows down, city to my back.
Quiet Contemplation,
a few minutes to unwind.
River's got me hypnotized
and it slows my busy mind.
I know what’s waiting for me up around the next bend;
I'm up the canyon headed home again.
The sun is sinking low down in the west;
another working day is put to the test.
At every turn the air grows cooler as I climb,
up the canyon I feel better every time.
Quiet Contemplation,
a few minutes to unwind.
River's got me hypnotized
and I love to smell the pines
Tomorrow brings another day of working
’Till I'm up the canyon headed home again!
The river cuts a steady course,
from years of heading' seaward.
Follow that canyon back upstream.
The rivers song is pure and true,
it never ages.
It's as timeless as a dream.
I know what’s waiting for me up around the next bend,
I'm up the canyon heading' home again!
Yep...Mark, we'll have to meet sometime and billy goat together. The little browns have been suicidal for the past few weeks. Looks like they did a little clean up along the highway as well.
ReplyDeleteHoward, you name the time! It'd be an honor to billy goat with you!
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