Did I mention the humpback whales from Christmas morning?
Son #1 and I celebrated the Christmas sunrise out on a charter boat as we motored out for snorkeling. We started counting the whales from the jets of mist forced from their blowholes.
1… 2… 3… 24…
On and on. What a beautiful day to spend with my new adult, one year away from moving out and moving on. Exactly what I raised him to do. Leave the nest. Fly. Be your own person!
Do the wrens feel this way when their little chicks leave?
Ah, now a little closer to present day. The trout fishing excursion.
I didn’t fall in… but it was close!
Wearing hip waders gives one a certain sense of invincibility. Until one steps onto a solid looking rock and realizes that rock is balanced on a leeeetle teeeeny pebble and not much is holding it in place. Oh yeah, I put my faith in what seemed a sure thing and promptly teetered into nothingness.
Thankfully my instructor was right there and grabbed me. O My Savior! Pull me into your big strong arms!
Because if you don’t, I’m going down with a splash!
Scare all of the fish away splash.
Here’s the thing. As I cast my line out multiple times, I didn’t get a single nibble. And that was OK. A huge palomino trout floated just where my hook and spinner landed and it was fun to tease him for a while. It didn’t matter that it was raining, that I was one rock away from a nosedive, or that the temp was a balmy 50 degrees. I had fun.
And I tried out something I haven’t done in over 30 years.
Rock on, fishy. I’ll see you next time.