Good Days Fishing

A bad day fishing really is better than a good day blogging. Chasing rainbows in the politics of other people’s lives and the nature we all depend on is often just not worth the carefully thought out footsteps, volcanic boulders, scattered springs of rejuvenation, and wide eyes of excitement and horror of what have we done and how we are going to get back up. ~ Personal Reflections from Previous Post

I had some good days fishing while rejuvenating from two or more years of blogging some good days and bad days with some really adventurous Democrats that so desperately seek to get their party of FDR back for our country. My best day fishing was actually between the Upper and Lower Mesa Fall that I referenced in my previous post. We did not go down the volcanic boulders to fish below the rainbow of the falls. We opted for a new adventure.

Wes and I hiked at least three miles between making our own path, returning from our new exploration, and fishing a new terrain. We discovered, as we have now named for trips to come, The Beaver Damn: The Beaver Damn named for me by Wes for my affinity to beavers, named for me this year as I was the one that recommended a new location into a new journey, and The Beaver Damn because it was right in front of a beaver damn where we had our good day fishing.

We were required to make a long descent and trudge back up a hill that offered us no path. “Do you want to try to get in from here?”, I asked. “Your guess is as good as any. It was your idea”, Wes replied. “Maybe up here a little further”, Wes added. “There looks like a small cliff-face down there a ways.” I looked and he was so right.

I trudged back up that path, somewhere near that path, maybe, as there was no evidence from the thick brush as to where we had descended. “Kinda looks familiar”, we both agreed. After at least 6 hours of hiking and fishing and discovering new fresh water springs along the way, I began the journey back up with a couple of good “keepers” in my fishing vest. Damn, the extra three or so pounds made a big difference in going up that hill, beyond just the fatigue of the good day fishing, and beyond just trudging up a hill.

While fishing The Beaver Damn, I pondered a few times as to why fish would pool near a beaver damn. “Do beavers eat fish?” “Fish aren’t stupid”, I thought to myself. Then later, on the trip back to the car, I asked Wes. I knew he would get a kick out of my playful query. The ride back home was filled with a day of fishing excitement, the fish that got away, and homo jokes that often only homos can get away with.

Wes has been in a relationship with his partner for over 20 years and my partner and I are going on 15. We called each other in elation once we returned to our homes, and our families and the lives we have made for and with each other and all our extended family, with more adventurous joy and the long-journey shared news. “Did you hear about Prop 8!”

Wes and I actually did loose several fish right at our feet that fateful day of fishing. Wes and I had both had some to get off right when we went to grab them. Wes had one that would have been the largest catch of the whole trip. We whined at the time, knew, of course, that people would just say, “Oh what a fish tale”, and actually had a reality laugh on the way back as to how heavy those fish would have been to get back up that hill.

Anyway, my fishing trip was good. I replenished on fresh new springs. I had registered from a 12-year (Commie) Independent to a proud member of the Green Party a while back when they were establishing their new platform of the Green New Deal and with plans to present it in front of a statue of Eleanor Roosevelt. I knew my registration would sink in more as I stepped away for a bit from the good and bad days blogging to journey into nature.

It has sank in fully. I am completely back to living my political principles and lifestyle and career based upon those principles. I will continue to help my FDR peers in anyway I can to help our country return to some hope, for something, that maybe, can give us all some hope, somehow. I will try my best from outside of the Democratic Titanic to help our country.

I am going to be moving on now to new adventures from all the blogs where I walked up and down some boulders with some really adventurous people during the last couple years. No offense. Really. But I am sick of the majority of Democrats. Politicians and now after the last couple of years the majority of people who vote Democrat, and call themselves Democrats, and endorse the lesser of two evils by continuing to vote “Democrat”.

I am proud that I am ending my blogging with Democrats who established this blog based upon the principles of FDR. I have been proud to be with people that are indeed Wired Left. I guess I am Hardwired Green Left now or whatever these labels mean. Green Eggs and Ham Sam I am. Oh, my last day fishing was on the good day though the next day still offered us one more day to fish. Wes and I spoke about it over our morning coffee and agreed, “Let’s leave it with the good day of fishing. Who knows what today would be like.”

This has been a good day blogging. I participated in confronting a “dirty works” shill, and what many once considered a staunch supporter of gay rights, who seems to be somehow, maybe, who knows anymore, trying an attempt of, maybe, who knows anymore, to make amends for his participation in “the dirty work” for his endorsement of Obama, and being, I would think one of the ones on the “professional left” that shoved a faux progressive down our throats, hook, line, and sinker. Who knows what bullshit the “professional left” might try to choke Democrats on tomorrow. Catch a fish and throw it back half dead! Sport fishing!