The Fisherman and His Son
We had a great long weekend with our younger son, Grady. Despite dire predictions, the snow ended up being a non-event; just a few snow showers on Friday as we drove from the Denver airport to Ft. Collins. The rest of the weekend was delightfully cool with lots of sunshine.
Saturday we went out to the shooting range, where we shot Grady’s 40 mm Glock. It almost took my hand off but I did hit the target. Gorman and Grady were much better at this than I was. Ft. Collins is on the front range, not in the mountains but near and those mountains are always visible, a constant and spectacular reminder of God’s handiwork. On Sunday, we drove with a fishing guide up the Poudre River canyon, which is absolutely beautiful. I was the family photographer as I hate wearing those waders and Gorman and Grady fished. They both caught several fish, rainbow trout and browns and had so much fun.
We got home last night and today we have been running errands and repacking to head to Jackson, MS tomorrow, just for fun and to see old friends for a few days. I may need to start on B-12 shots to keep up with Gorman.