As I sit here and write this, Tim is somewhere in the mountains of Colorado sleeping in a tent on a leaky air mattress. All in the name of trout. Fly fishing used to be a once a year treat when we lived in Arizona. Now that we live in Colorado, where you can literally pull off the side of the road and start casting, fishing is turning into a full fledged hobby.
Because Tim had plans to be gone most of this weekend, last weekend was mine, alllll miiiiine. I got to choose what we were going to do together as a family and I know you will be shocked when I tell you I immediately flipped to my Summer Fun List.
Ok, maybe shocked is an exaggeration.
By the time Sunday rolled around, I had done all that I wanted to do in terms of getting the house together, grocery shopping, etc. and it was time to get outside. We gathered up our necessities and piled in the car. When I looked at the dashboard clock and realized we had made it out of the house before 9am, I was stunned. Why can’t we manage to do that when we are headed to church? We might be on time for once.
In less than 40 minutes, we arrived at our destination….Caribou Ranch.