I fish about 190 miles east of here up in the mountains. The creek is a few hundred yards from my cabin and the river is a few miles away by walking or by car. It's funny but way back when I didn't know the creek was nearby when I made an offer on the cabin. It was the dead of winter and the spring thaw brought a wonderful surprise. We still chuckle about it.
Down here in the flats I'm a couple of miles from a small lake but I prefer moving water so I haven't fished it yet.
"I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening..."
Norman Maclean: A River Runs Through It