The mountain stream is a special place for me. I catch more trout in the mountain rivers near my home, yet I find myself driving a bit farther to a favorite stream. It’s at a higher elevation and therefore sings louder.
Even when fishing the rivers, I find that I stay close to the breaking water not because there’s more fish, but because of the soul cleansing properties of the sound. The higher stream is simply more consistent with its melody.
So there I am, wading the rapids and stalking the plunge pools, carefully looking into the depths for content and opportunity. Sometimes I even purposefully put aside my reason for arriving at a particular pool and simply rest in its beauty – even choosing to make a photo versus a cast.