Born in Utah - 40.7606° N, 111.8881° W - Get Lost
ESCAPE WHILE YOU CAN
Fishing for breakfast.
Fly fishing solo sounds serene, and it was, until my cast snagged a flap on my pack and launched my breakfast burrito into the river. There it went, slowly sinking like a foil-wrapped submarine. I should’ve been mad. Instead, I laughed so hard I scared off half the fish in the county. With no burrito, I settled for the real feast: silence.
I still miss that burrito.
The river doesn’t care who you are. Waist deep in water, there’s no boss, no emails, no neighbors mowing their lawns at dawn. Just current, sky, and me fumbling cast after cast until one finally landed sweet. When that trout struck, it wasn’t just a catch, it was a reminder that you don’t need much out here. Just a rod, a river, and a burrito sacrifice.