Saturday brought warm temps, sunshine but no waves. Instead of my surf crafts, I grabbed the Hornbeck canoe and fishing equipment for a trip to a local pond located in a reservation 40 minutes from home.
The trees were just filling out and blossoms were popping.
Even though I was just 40 minutes from home, it felt like I was in wilderness because some folks before had the foresight to push for the preservation of green spaces near the city in which civilization did not intrude. I am sure 50 years ago, it would have felt even more wild. However, in this modern age, reminders of civilization can be traced across the sky, if not on the shoreline.
My fishing reflexes are dulled from winter. Had four hits and failed to set the hook sufficiently to land the fish. Oh well, it was a good start to the fishing season.