It's been a fun—and too-fast—summer. I don't know if I'll ever get used to working during the summer. It just doesn't seem right. (At least at present we're having "office Olympics," which makes things a little more festive.) Perhaps this feeling of being cheated out of a long vacation comes from my homeschooling years, when summer meant no homework (instead of very little), camping trips and fun with the family. But I've been having fun this summer, too.
About the photos, from left to right:
• A couple of weekends ago, I got up at 6 a.m. to watch the balloons take off for the annual balloon festival. Little did I know that last year I could have been in one of them. Because he was writing an article about the festival, Wes was offered a free ride but declined, as he didn't want to go and I was out of town. Of course the offer was no good this year. Dangit.
• Marshmallows toast much better with a telescoping, twirlable roasting stick. Wes gave it to me a couple of years ago, and I finally remembered to pack it. Best marshmallows ever!
• We went backpacking last weekend in the Big Horn Mountains. After 4 miles uphill, a touch of hail, digging a fire pit and a bottle and a half of wine, we were a wee bit tired.
• Willow Lake was lovely the next morning, and I caught tons of fish! (At least 10. With three times as many hits that got away.) My fish story: I've been learning to fly fish for, oh, two years now. I had previously only caught one fish on my own, last summer in southern Wyoming. I was getting a little bored with it, frankly, and told Wes as much on the drive to the trailhead. However, after several hours of fishing Willow Lake, I wasn't bored at all. In fact, he was ready to go before I was. And that's a first.
• Here's one of my fishies. They were rather attractive graylings with cool fins on the top of their bodies. You can barely see it here. After never unhooking a fish or tying on my own fly, I managed to accomplish both tasks with minimal trauma—to myself or the fishies.
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