Blue Ridge Mountains 2030 AD

Sound asleep in his mountain cabin Zach Taylor had arrived late the night before with plans to sleep in, when the sun rose above the horizon. The altitude increases the intensity of the sun’s rays, so there is no escaping the luminosity that ensues. Consequently, the rays assaulted the uncovered window with reckless abandon and filled the room with a brightness that would make it difficult for the soundest sleeper to ignore. Moreover, not ready to get up yet, Zach wasn’t a sound sleeper so he threw the pillow over his face, in a feeble attempt to conceal the amount of light pouring through the window. Muttering to himself, “I need some heavy duty curtains on that window.” Never at his retreat for long periods of time, the memory of the sun’s intensity would fade by the next time Zach was somewhere that had the curtains he wanted. Surrendering to the circumstances, his legs dropped off the side of the bed and his feet lowered to the floor. Recoiling as the cold wood floor sent a chill all the way to his spine, he attempted again being better prepared for the assault his feet would experience. Weather in late April can …show more content…
It didn’t take long for him to select the Smithwick Rattlin’ Rouge, after all it had served him well many times in the past. As his rod tip came forward the lure made a lazy arc upward, then descended with a plop into the water below. He reeled in the lure at a slow pace pausing every so often followed by a slight twitch of his rod. The lure made its way back to the dock without any indication that there were actually fish in the pond. He repeated this cast and retrieve several times all producing the same result or lack thereof. Either the fish were all sleeping or this wasn’t the right lure for the day. Knowing it was the latter, he removed his hat to deliberate on his second lure