A few weeks back, I found myself on a solo trek into the more remote reaches of a White Mountain creek. Brown trout were active and looking up for terrestrials and a #10 Hopper Juan brought multiple fish to the surface. The serenity of backcountry solitude is not easily duplicated, and I relished the opportunity to sit by the stream and take a few notes from the day. With the new job started and a baby on the way, I know my opportunities to fish those backcountry streams will be fewer and farther between. Regardless, this day, will not be soon forgotten.