My prescription for this fever is 2-3 weeks of solitude, while tent camping stream-side and fly fishing high Rocky Mountain streams by day, then sipping whiskey out of a an old tin cup at dusk under a light show of stars you didn’t know existed in the city. I promise you it’ll fix you. I promise you a soul cleansing in exchange for a couple weeks of camping and fishing high mountain streams. The only rule is stay dry and layer. It’s my cure for the funk: fly fishing!
I’ve been fishing, and fly fishing all my life and there are very few bodies of water I haven’t visited in the West. In fact, I identify areas not by city name, but by promity to streams, creeks, and rivers. What can I say? Streams are infinitely more interesting to me than cities.