I’ll bet there’s room for a Trump tower now.
The Great Smokies and the Blue Ridge mountains are some of the most beautiful scenes from an airplane.
Even better if you’re there with a fly rod in hand and not another human within miles.
I saw some terrifying video of a couple (a father and son?) who were driving through what appeared to be mile of burning woods and cabins. It was hellish. That area normally gets almost 60" of rain a year, so it’s quite lush. This drought was exceptional. But with global warming, these kinds of fires might become much more common.
I’ll have to take your word on it. Although, I know someone else who loves the sport of fly fishing. It helped him get through some difficult times. Makes his by hand. Wouldn’t be caught dead using store bought. They are actually works of art. He made several and put them in a handmade display case for my mom. Both she and my dad loved fishing. I liked fishing as a kid because I was a daddy’s girl and liked doing things he did.
The art of fly casting is something you feel, you can’t think about it. The calmer your mind is the better you can cast. I had a rotator cuff injury in my right shoulder and couldn’t fly fish for a year; that’s when I took up meditation.
I think that’s pretty much how he felt about it. Would go and spend days away. The solitude, the loneliness gave him the chance to cope with his worldly problems. Anyhow, being the creative, talented person he is, making his own flies also helped therapeutically.