A Primitive Curiosity

A Primitive Curiosity

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

A Primitive Curiosity

A Primitive Curiosity. This is the way that Roderick Haig Brown describes fly fishing in his book, A Fisherman's Fall. Probing a foreign environment with feathered hook and line to see what happens next. Fish to hand, the curiosity is not satisfied. Rather, it is magnified by the distance between mammal and fish. No matter whether the fish is released unharmed or bonked and bled for the table the curiosity grows with each encounter.




For me, bicycling holds a closely related kind of primitive wonderHow far can I go under my own power? Will what I find be worth the effort expended to get there? Which will fail first? Man or machine? Or will man and machine meet in symbiosis and continue to function for tens, hundreds, thousands of miles. As with fishing, with each destination reached, each hill climbed, makes me wonder what is over the next.


 

More to come.



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