I love Colorado. I think this is Mount Adams, but it was a long time ago. You can drive to the summit, but there is a small hike from a few thousand feet below. The alpine lakes are only ice free for a couple of months and fishing those lakes is amazing. The biggest drawback to hanging out in Colorado is the lack of fires that are allowed. The wildfires can be terrible there. But the hiking, fly fishing, and being outside is fantastic there.
Never wonder what to do with your free time. I promise I will never waste a day wondering what to do because I have nothing to do. Laziness is to be appreciated. I am quite envious of people that I see only working or only going to school. The combo of both is very taxing.
So please, if you have any free time, appreciate it or better yet, go outside.
Having a schedule that allowed me to be home at night kind of freaked me out. I didn’t know what to do so I turned to the internet for advice. Getting up a few hours before the sun rises kind of wore me out. So there was lots of sitting on the couch watching movies. Because truth is better than fiction, I found a couple of awesome movies that I want to share. The first one is Temple Grandin. What an amazing woman. When I make it back to Colorado, I might need to look her up just to tell her what an inspiration she is.
The other movie that I really liked was “I Love You Phillip Morris”. It reminded me a bit of “Catch Me If You Can”.
Ok, that is all for this week. Back to the real world, fishing, waiting tables, and jumping through hoops to get into nursing school.
Ask any 6th grader about plants and they will probably mention photosynthesis. We all remember that, right? Carbon dioxide into sugar for energy using sunlight. I think. The point is that the plants need the sunlight. Living in Seattle gives me a first hand experience of what happens when you take sunlight away.
I love fly fishing. I love learning about what fish eat and why. I don’t agree that Christo can cover a river in the name of art.
This is just stupid.
This weekend consisted of hustling back to Colorado to see some good friends get married, embrace the mayhem that occurs around wedding time, and be glad that the silver ring isn’t squeezing my finger.
Then it was a quick flight to a train, to a bus, to a brisk walk to a park where Ben picked us up in the speedboat to take us home. The “house” was anchored in the middle of Lake Union with 100,000 of our closest friends. We found a few more friends on the beach laying amongst the throngs of people and goose shit. Somehow, they were convinced to come aboard and create a party.
The rest, they say, is history.