Kyle has been on one of his busiest rotations the past few weeks, so this has been his first free weekend to chill (aka, fish). He was so excited to try out his new fly rod and trinkets (trinkets = a lot of random fishing things that I don't know all the names of). Since I haven't seen him a lot lately either, we decided that I'd go with him & we'd have a little family outing. I brought some camera gear & snacks, having this romanticized picture in my head of laying out by the river bank watching my man catch some fish while I soak in the sun, wander around and take some pictures. Sounds like the perfect Sunday afternoon, right?
Well it would have been, except for the following:
This kind of weather:
Makes for a lot of humidity, sweat and bugs. A LOT.
Not to mention that Kyle hadn't been to this location since Spring; when the grass was low and the weather a bit cooler. He was anticipating that kind of wonderful.
We ventured out to the country, about an hour away from home. Mossy Creek is known for it's trout, but is on private land; so you have to park on the side of the road, then venture down the private roads to find different parts of the creek. I couldn't even tell you where we were, but we did pass a horse and buggy while walking. Should have asked for a ride.
We were right out of a country song. Holdin' hands, walkin' down a back road with fishing gear and a blanket. Perfection only lasts so long.
About a mile down and a pound of sweat later, we found a gate that leads to part of the creek.
Then we had to walk down a large hill, dodging one million crazy grasshoppers and prickly bushes. Did I mention we wore flip flops? We made our own path to the water, dripping sweat and itching like mad. Kyle was too excited to be bothered, but my romantic 'laying along the river bend' idea went to poop, fast.
We were in the middle of nowhere.It was a gorgeous view- never ending fields & skies. I could understand why it would be so peaceful, say, in 70 degree weather before the landscape gets out of control and you can't see if there are snakes lingering in the weeds.
Thankfully (!!), Kyle didn't like that location as much. So we packed up within a half hour and started heading back. Until he found another location that we must have overlooked on our way in...
Second try wasn't as bad. It was a five second walk away from the road and shaded. Can you see the steam coming up from the water?!
Despite what it may seem from our other outdoor adventures, I really enjoy the outdoors.
It was still a perfect Sunday afternoon... after we removed ticks from our legs, of course.