I love the cabin when it is not too hot. This is primarly due to the breezes flipping through the trees. However, when a person, such as myself, tries to fly fish, those lovely breezes make casting impossible. The whole point of fly fishing is the cleverly lay the fake fly in front of a fish so the fish tries to eat it. This is rather difficult when a person such as myself has to flail around in the river trying to cast fishing line against the wind - you remember those lovely breezes.
Well, today I went the river and realized after I had tried to cast for about 45 minutes - 43 of those minutes were spent untangling my line, that it was futile. Kind of like hoping the price of gas will ever come down.
So that is how I spent my last day of fishing at the cabin. Oh well.
We are leaving tomorrow so there. Off the the cleaning list.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Yellowstone Park - Son of
We went again. Like crazy fools, we went again. Sam and Tamsen went home about 3PM. I had fished and, Yes, I conquered to the tune of three fish - two large and one small and stupid. But we went back to the park and went north to Norris. The car tried to turn left when it saw the Old Faithful sign but I was able to control it with my mind, and the steering wheel. We went with the intent to see the grand canyon and the falls. We saw two( dos for my spanish speaking friends) magnificent bull elk casually grazing. They were tuteando, hard to believe. Then on the the Falls. We made a wrong turn and Albuquerque and ended up at the brink of the upper falls. It was totally cool and we were dangerously close to falling in and plummeting to instant death. Thanks heavens, for you, I missed and was able to drive away. We thhen went the the artist point for the lower falls. Where has this been my whole life. It was tremendous and beautiful and very crowded. It was very cool. But, really, once you've seen one waterfall you've seen them all so it was off in search of Bison.
On the Hayden Valley and were saw literally 3's of elk. Then we saw dozens and then multiple dozens of elk. Cool but still no Bison. So we drove and off in the distance we saw singleton Buffs but no herd. We ended up going too Fishing Bridge and saw a few more singleton Buffs and mailed a few post cards. Well (for those of you familiar with foreshadowing, there is good things a comin') we were on our way out of Fishing Bridge when,m lo and behold, a largish bison was meandering west on the bridge. Needless to say it was quite nifty and we sang buffalo caroles all the way home. Yet, still, in the back of my mind there was still a moose dearth, nary a moose antler was seen. So we drove back looking at every local moose hangout and tavern but with no success. We were almost back to Island Park when moose dreams come true - there were three of them on the side of the road frolicking, yes frolicking, near a fence. You know in James Bond movies when the car is going 95 MPH and Jimmy is able to slam on the brakes and get the car turned around, well I don't know how to do that but I wanted to. We turned around and went backk and tok photos and everything. These were three very photogenic meece. Diane did the honors and will share when we return to civilization.
So now we are back at the cabin and are going to play Bacarat again. This will make like 6 times so far.
If Isaac is reading, we listened the the tape "I am a Mormon" and I laughes so hard six gunny bears emerged from my nose. What a load that is.
See you all soon. Very soon.
On the Hayden Valley and were saw literally 3's of elk. Then we saw dozens and then multiple dozens of elk. Cool but still no Bison. So we drove and off in the distance we saw singleton Buffs but no herd. We ended up going too Fishing Bridge and saw a few more singleton Buffs and mailed a few post cards. Well (for those of you familiar with foreshadowing, there is good things a comin') we were on our way out of Fishing Bridge when,m lo and behold, a largish bison was meandering west on the bridge. Needless to say it was quite nifty and we sang buffalo caroles all the way home. Yet, still, in the back of my mind there was still a moose dearth, nary a moose antler was seen. So we drove back looking at every local moose hangout and tavern but with no success. We were almost back to Island Park when moose dreams come true - there were three of them on the side of the road frolicking, yes frolicking, near a fence. You know in James Bond movies when the car is going 95 MPH and Jimmy is able to slam on the brakes and get the car turned around, well I don't know how to do that but I wanted to. We turned around and went backk and tok photos and everything. These were three very photogenic meece. Diane did the honors and will share when we return to civilization.
So now we are back at the cabin and are going to play Bacarat again. This will make like 6 times so far.
If Isaac is reading, we listened the the tape "I am a Mormon" and I laughes so hard six gunny bears emerged from my nose. What a load that is.
See you all soon. Very soon.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Cabin Church
We just got back froom cabin church. I huge conglomeration of small children and SUVs. Both were very noisy. A young man left on his mission to mexico.
We came back to the cabin and are busily lounging around and eating - two very important tasks in northeast Idaho. That and dodging moose.
At the park yesterday we were sitting in the Old Faithful lodge waiting for the eruption and a small squirrel came in and made himself (I presume he was a boy) at home at our table and ate some of our baked lays potota chips. It is always funny to me to watch a squirrel eat people food. I would be like me eating a 6 foot chip.
More to come as the vacation proceeds.
We came back to the cabin and are busily lounging around and eating - two very important tasks in northeast Idaho. That and dodging moose.
At the park yesterday we were sitting in the Old Faithful lodge waiting for the eruption and a small squirrel came in and made himself (I presume he was a boy) at home at our table and ate some of our baked lays potota chips. It is always funny to me to watch a squirrel eat people food. I would be like me eating a 6 foot chip.
More to come as the vacation proceeds.
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