One week ago today we were winding down our visit to Wollaston Lake Lodge in upper Saskatchewan, Canada. By now we were long off the water and having a farewell dinner with our guide, Blackee. The sun was setting, the air was cooling, and we were definitely in a reminiscing mode.
Since then, we’ve returned to our regular routine. But I find myself still longing for the solitude and simple beauty that is our annual summer fishing retreat. Earl and I have traveled several times to the Caribbean, explored Costa Rica and Tahiti, been to Alaska on the longest day of the year when the sun never sets, traversed the Panama Canal.
Each of those excursions was wonderful in its way, but if I had to pick the vacation I liked best it would be Wollaston Lake Lodge. I’m not even sure I can put the “Why” into words. Maybe it’s because fishing is so different from anything I’ve every attempted. Maybe it’s because I’m not connected with the world-at-large there, and this reminds me of how it was when I was young. (We didn’t have Internet then.) Maybe, maybe, maybe. Who knows?
I only know I can’t wait to return next summer.
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