Got out for a short ride to warm up Misty Bits for her first oil change today.
I parked here to drink a monster, enjoy God’s world and remember good times long past.
Around 48 years ago a couple of friends and myself keep the back seat out of an old car stashed in the weeds here. Only one of us was old enough to drive, we’d come up here (I’d climb out the window after my folks went to sleep) and fish till right before daylight, then we’d put out the fire, stash the old seat back in the weeds and I’d get dropped off at home to catch a couple hours sleep. Never caught any big fish but always had a damn good time as teenage boys sitting along a creek at night, fishing and enjoying a fire will.
We fished here pretty often one summer till we threw alcohol into the mix and I didn’t get home until after my folks woke up and discovered I wasn’t home. I was probably 12 or so, that caused a bit of a “crap storm” and put a damper on the rest of the summer's creek fishing.
Now this is a well-used public area with a paved road along the creek. I think I liked it better when it was a mud trail through high weeds. Much of the world has gotten too civilized for my comfort though. And I don’t see that getting any better.
Dirt or pavement, the creek still flows and I expect there are still catfish in it. Perhaps I’ll find out this summer.
Life Rocks, don't waste it.
