Last weekend I took someone very special to me to Barnaby Ridge for her first real hike. It may have been an unwise choice based on the asskicking nature of that particular hike, but it is a beautiful place and I wanted to take her there.
We drove down Friday evening and camped. We did the hike Saturday morning, stayed all day Sunday, and hiked out Monday morning. No rises or Goldens spotted on either the first or third lakes. The only place that seemed to have any flashes of amber brilliance was the second lake. I must say, once again, I didn't get into any fish. But I didn't do much fishing. This was planned as a fishing trip, but it was really more about making an honest attempt at something I desperately wanted.
She is an amazingly warm person and everything I've ever looked for in a potential partner. Unfortunately, she has been hurt in the past, badly, and is scared to open herself up again. It is a constant struggle, but I am continually getting closer. That's what this trip was really about; showing her how happy I could make her.
After the trip I still don't know what will become of us and that's okay. Whatever the forces of this crazy universe are that move things to and fro I believe I am the master of my destiny. I believe she is worth all the effort in the world—so I will try and do everything in my power to make it happen. I won't let myself have anything to regret. And once again, fishing wasn't just about the fish.