Thursday, October 19, 2006
Wow... last post October 4th???? Time flies...
...you know, I forget sometimes how much I miss blogging.
I've been trying to "tie up loose ends" regarding work and haven't really paid much attention to the blog.
Bottom line, it was a very busy summer and now the fallout is beginning.
I returned from Dayton, Washington today and took some time out on Skate Creek to catch some of the incoming Fall changes.
I used to fish up here with the son and my brother and his son ten or so years back. The creek had fish, my flies and their worms caught them... bottom line, we had fun.
The son was... what? 14-15 years old??? We'd fish from dawn to dusk! Most of the time catch and release. But we'd definitely quit at dusk... the bats came out at dusk.
We'd eat the food we cooked over the fire... the toughest steak I've ever had and we slept in our tents, dreaming of the next day... that HUGE fish... the RECORD BREAKER!
But, in all we simply came to the "creek" to live, relax, forget and move on.
The creek was "all healing"...
So, when I have to head over to the Southeast regions of this wonderful state I travel the less traveled paths much like a person I know in Montana. I go past those places where I remember our fun, our absolute release from stress for a precious couple of days.
I drive on, knowing that I've spent time here in these elements... time that, to this day my son respects, admires and returns to... time spent with one of my brothers, one of my nephews, my son and I...
...now it's time to move it to the grandson and his generation!
I'm moving him from the lakes to the streams... and fly fishing!
He's got the touch.
I've been trying to "tie up loose ends" regarding work and haven't really paid much attention to the blog.
Bottom line, it was a very busy summer and now the fallout is beginning.
I returned from Dayton, Washington today and took some time out on Skate Creek to catch some of the incoming Fall changes.
I used to fish up here with the son and my brother and his son ten or so years back. The creek had fish, my flies and their worms caught them... bottom line, we had fun.
The son was... what? 14-15 years old??? We'd fish from dawn to dusk! Most of the time catch and release. But we'd definitely quit at dusk... the bats came out at dusk.
We'd eat the food we cooked over the fire... the toughest steak I've ever had and we slept in our tents, dreaming of the next day... that HUGE fish... the RECORD BREAKER!
But, in all we simply came to the "creek" to live, relax, forget and move on.
The creek was "all healing"...
So, when I have to head over to the Southeast regions of this wonderful state I travel the less traveled paths much like a person I know in Montana. I go past those places where I remember our fun, our absolute release from stress for a precious couple of days.
I drive on, knowing that I've spent time here in these elements... time that, to this day my son respects, admires and returns to... time spent with one of my brothers, one of my nephews, my son and I...
...now it's time to move it to the grandson and his generation!
I'm moving him from the lakes to the streams... and fly fishing!
He's got the touch.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
an artisan's blog!
...it's time to introduce culture here.
I've added Audrey's Blog to our links list.
She built her blog which discusses art and culture...
enjoy!
Yah, we'll still have our rowdy times as well.
I've added Audrey's Blog to our links list.
She built her blog which discusses art and culture...
enjoy!
Yah, we'll still have our rowdy times as well.
Our own personal seahawks fan club...
...Reese style!
Daddy's showing off her Seahawks attire! (easy on the "pink" jokes people!)
According to Son, she's adjusting to the crowd noise and is expecting a win after the "bye"!
(phew... that's good news!)
I mean, they got thumped on by a pretty good Chicago team last weekend. But then again it's a long season.
Anyway, check out our little Reese... snuggled up and sleeping on Daddy's shoulder.
Ya' gotta love it!
These are those memories you'll never forget Son!
And here's Mom with her back to me...
but I got a pic of her...
with her back to me...
...but it's a pic of her and Reese.
Which is what I wanted, a pic of Mom and Reese.
So, what's left in this ensemble?
How about Mom, Dad and Reese?
They're "happy as all get out" and that's what matters!
...a fantastic couple... a fantastically budding family!
We're one group of happy campers here!
I've got chilled beer and wine in the ice box... help yourselves. This Seahawk's fan base is growing by the year!
...ain't it nice?
Daddy's showing off her Seahawks attire! (easy on the "pink" jokes people!)
According to Son, she's adjusting to the crowd noise and is expecting a win after the "bye"!
(phew... that's good news!)
I mean, they got thumped on by a pretty good Chicago team last weekend. But then again it's a long season.
Anyway, check out our little Reese... snuggled up and sleeping on Daddy's shoulder.
Ya' gotta love it!
These are those memories you'll never forget Son!
And here's Mom with her back to me...
but I got a pic of her...
with her back to me...
...but it's a pic of her and Reese.
Which is what I wanted, a pic of Mom and Reese.
So, what's left in this ensemble?
How about Mom, Dad and Reese?
They're "happy as all get out" and that's what matters!
...a fantastic couple... a fantastically budding family!
We're one group of happy campers here!
I've got chilled beer and wine in the ice box... help yourselves. This Seahawk's fan base is growing by the year!
...ain't it nice?
Sunday, October 01, 2006
i love the fall... family, friends and barbecues...
...it's refreshing!
And now, as summer's behind us and fall's taking a grip I'm reluctant to give up on those little backyard get togethers where whatever is edible can be barbecued.
That's one of my beliefs, I guess. "If it can be eaten, it can be cooked on the barbecue".
You either slap the item on the grill itself or use a cooking grate or copious amounts of tinfoil... did I just date myself even more?... tinfoil???
Hell, I was raised calling it tinfoil or "Reynolds wrap". One or the other.
Anyway, the stuff's priceless when baking potatoes, sauteeing mushrooms and shrimp, ...scallops... whatever.
I love the stuff and should have bought stock in the company. I'd be paying my own dividends... but I didn't buy the stock. I just use the product... a lot!
I got off track, sorry.
So, back to this wandering post.
Okay, for the record... let's save some keystrokes and call it bbq.
Thanks!
Now, back to my story...Because my summers are so active at times (like this year) I can't bbq as often as I'd like and we... J and I... can't have the family and friends over as much as we'd like unless she or someone else fires up the grill themselves.
Besides, spending time cooking something on a grill that's running anywhere from 300-400 degrees (Fahrenheit) on a 90-100 degree summer's day isn't always that attractive.
Let's be frank, it isn't attractive.
The natural and generated heat coupled with copious amounts of Merlot can lead to rather extremely curious discussions and rather undesirable results from the grill of the bbq.
Sooo, I rejoice when the season changes!
Fall creeps in, the days are shorter, the temperature changes are much more noticeable... accomodating, the food cooks better, the merlot tastes better, the bees aren't as interested in what you're cooking and....
and...
...FOOTBALL'S on the tube!!!
North American football that is.
But FOOTBALL, North American football... football... our version of football at it's best!!!
College (Go 'DAWGS!!! go Coug's!!!) football!
The SEAHAWKS!!!
Youth leagues, middle schools, high schools!!!
Ah football, family, friends, barbecues, steaks, chicken, ribs, 'shrooms, shrimp, veggies and kabobs!
Top it off with a shared bottle of merlot, burgundy or another red... bringing it home.
...it doesn't get much better than that!
And now, as summer's behind us and fall's taking a grip I'm reluctant to give up on those little backyard get togethers where whatever is edible can be barbecued.
That's one of my beliefs, I guess. "If it can be eaten, it can be cooked on the barbecue".
You either slap the item on the grill itself or use a cooking grate or copious amounts of tinfoil... did I just date myself even more?... tinfoil???
Hell, I was raised calling it tinfoil or "Reynolds wrap". One or the other.
Anyway, the stuff's priceless when baking potatoes, sauteeing mushrooms and shrimp, ...scallops... whatever.
I love the stuff and should have bought stock in the company. I'd be paying my own dividends... but I didn't buy the stock. I just use the product... a lot!
I got off track, sorry.
So, back to this wandering post.
Okay, for the record... let's save some keystrokes and call it bbq.
Thanks!
Now, back to my story...Because my summers are so active at times (like this year) I can't bbq as often as I'd like and we... J and I... can't have the family and friends over as much as we'd like unless she or someone else fires up the grill themselves.
Besides, spending time cooking something on a grill that's running anywhere from 300-400 degrees (Fahrenheit) on a 90-100 degree summer's day isn't always that attractive.
Let's be frank, it isn't attractive.
The natural and generated heat coupled with copious amounts of Merlot can lead to rather extremely curious discussions and rather undesirable results from the grill of the bbq.
Sooo, I rejoice when the season changes!
Fall creeps in, the days are shorter, the temperature changes are much more noticeable... accomodating, the food cooks better, the merlot tastes better, the bees aren't as interested in what you're cooking and....
and...
...FOOTBALL'S on the tube!!!
North American football that is.
But FOOTBALL, North American football... football... our version of football at it's best!!!
College (Go 'DAWGS!!! go Coug's!!!) football!
The SEAHAWKS!!!
Youth leagues, middle schools, high schools!!!
Ah football, family, friends, barbecues, steaks, chicken, ribs, 'shrooms, shrimp, veggies and kabobs!
Top it off with a shared bottle of merlot, burgundy or another red... bringing it home.
...it doesn't get much better than that!
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