I had a three day weekend. And as usual, I tried to plan everything and cram it all in on the first day. After sleeping in a bit on Saturday I gathered up my shit and headed out. I found a trail I'd never been on before...
But I didn't have a bike. I brought some of my other toys.
Yeah, I went fishing. It was the first time in nearly ten years (since I moved out of Florida) that I went fishing and I had forgotten how much fun it was. Back in the Sunshine State I fished all the time and knew the great spots where I lived. Here in North Carolina, I had no clue. I never bothered to research it either until I moved closer to the water. I got my fishing license, dusted off my gear, and figured I'd spent a little time out on the shore seeing what I could catch.
Cast, reel in, repeat (and drink some beer.) I wasn't catching anything but I had a few nibbles. Suddenly, I saw something coming around the corner that looked out of place...
Three (grown) kids in a giant inflatable duck with only one paddle between them. I had no idea where they were going, and neither did they based on the conversation I overheard.
I was tempted to try to reel them in though.
After a while I kind of forgot about them. That is, until I saw them again.
This time, they were yelling over to me. "We didn't make it!"
I laughed and took a sip of beer. It's a big lake, and I figured that they wouldn't make it, wherever it was.
I still hadn't caught shit either. It didn't matter. I had forgotten how much fun fishing was (that's why they call it fishing and not catching.) In fact, it was so much fun that I was out there for many hours, instead of the one hour I'd planned to stay. That sort of put a damper on my plans for the middle part of the day but I didn't care.
You see, I was supposed to go to the hills Saturday night, and I'd planned to ride somewhere in The Pisgah before I reached my final destination for the evening. Getting home so late from fishing didn't give me enough time to ride, so I headed to the hills as the sun was going down.
The ride was beautiful. And even though I didn't get to ride, it was nice to head out there. My mission was to go support my buddy Matt as he played with his band, Gotcha Groove.
It was a rad time. I got home well after midnight, so maybe I'd done enough for the day. Besides, I still had two more days to ride...
We'll talk about that tomorrow, mmmmkay?
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