Staring out the window, thinking about that feeling when you pull up to the launch ramp on a cold windy day with clouds racing overhead, and there's no trailers in the lot. It's quiet and it's just you and an old parking lot. And you look out and the sky is crystal clear. The mountains are clear and everything in between. You open the door to the truck and the cold air smacks the inside of your sinuses. As you rig the boat you can't focus on rigging the boat because you're looking out at the lake.

There's no more traffic. No more red lights. No more annoying commercials on the radio. Just the crunch of gravel under your feet. Someone drives by and you glance, and a trout fisherman 300 yards off makes a cast and you see the splash, and everything in the world is on autopilot. There's no thought process. Unstrap the boat, trim the motor, toss your jacket in the boat, click click click. Take a deep breath and watch the trees pushed over by the wind. Watch the petals like snow across the lake. Push the boat off the dock and wait for the adventure to begin.