It was my brothers idea and it wasn’t even a bad one. (As his sister I’m required to say stuff like that.)
As kids we had taken many summer trips island camping in the flowages of northern Wisconsin and now that our own kids were all out of the major diaper/nap/crying stages he suggested we do it again.
The weather was rather…
…uncooperative……but it didn’t matter.
There was still fishing…
… and kayaking..
… and games…
… and sand to play in…
…and boats to learn to drive…
…and general silliness with cousins…
… and one very happy, very tired, rather stinky dog.
As we packed up on Sunday that brother of mine had another idea.
He said we should do it again next year.
I agreed wholeheartedly.
Because sometimes that brother of mine has really good ideas.
For accuracy’s sake I feel compelled to note that while we started with seven people more family joined us throughout the trip until we numbered 12. I however took more pictures of kids, bumblebees and my dog than anything else and they are all highly underrepresented in photos. Sorry family!
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
A piece I wrote is in a magazine!!!
(I’m very excited, please feel free to jump up and down and throw confetti in my honor.)
You see, even though I write all the time and other people (yup, I’m talking about you) even read it, I’ve never had what I’ve written show up in the mailbox in a format I can hold in my hand.
Celebration has been in order!
If you are a Wisconsin resident lucky enough to receive Wisconsin Natural Resources magazine you probably have already had the magazine show up in your own mailbox.
If not, here is the link to the article I wrote about fishing with kids. It’s not quite as exciting as holding it in your hand but it’s a close second: http://dnr.wi.gov/wnrmag/2016/06/Kid.PDF
And then, because I like to practice what I preach…
…or maybe because I just like fishing with the kids…
…or maybe because I just like fishing…
…and also because it was Grandpa’s birthday…
…we went kid fishing.
The fish were biting…
…there was chaos…
…and my family kept up a constant stream of teasing references to my article to make sure I didn’t get a big head.
Basically……it was perfect.
My mom and I took a trip to Colorado and despite the look of the previous post we did see more than fish.
But it’s possible we only looked up when the fish weren’t biting!
So I have this mother, and she broke her arm. But she’s my mother, so she’s still doing things that normal people wouldn’t do, like trying to catch trout on a fly rod – with only her left arm.
This is the family pier on the property where my mom grew up and still lives. I grew up there and visit often.
We have both done lots of fishing off the pier.
But never, ever, has either of us gone carp fishing.
He even had his daughter and her little princess pole rigged for carp. So we teased him about that too.
Right in the midst of a large amount of friendly banter on the merits and supposed fun of carp fishing, his daughter ran off to play with mine and handed my mom her little princess fishing pole.
Which is when I told my mom that while she could catch a trout on a fly line, I didn’t believe she could catch a carp on a princess pole.
But, if she has enough assistants…
…she can do that too!
And that’s when we stopped teasing… …and asked nicely for an adult-sized pole of our own to use!