MARCH 12TH: THROUGH THE FISHING HOLE
I wonder how many other things we humans are completely oblivious to? I suspect aliens and love.
I went ice fishing for the first time this past weekend. My Northern bearded man Kieran woke me up at 6am on a Sunday and took me (or rather, local fishing expert and friend Oliver took both of us) to Great Atlin Lake for a day of trout fishing. On the Southern tip of the Yukon we drilled our holes through a meter of ice and set up camp under Oliver’s portable fishing tent, the massively stunning Coastal Mountains keeping watch (apparently you can reach Juneau, Alaska if you walk straight for 10 days over yonder mountains).
What I love about ice fishing is that you create this tiny portal into an otherwise hidden underwater world. Looking across the frozen expanse of snow and ice you would never know that such a thriving community exists just under your feet…
Thought of the day: I wonder how many other things we humans are completely oblivious to? I suspect aliens and love.