A lot can happen in four years.
My life is remarkably different than it was in 2008, for so many reasons. I’m older, that’s for sure- and I hope I’m wiser. But some things remain the same, no matter what year it is.
My love for camping, for example. And my family. And fishing.
Later this month, we’ll be towing Betty to Haviland Lake, north of Durango in the San Juan mountains. It’s a belated celebration for my Dad’s birthday and also my parents’ 40th wedding anniversary. FUN! We’ve got two campsites reserved, right on the lake. My brother and his wife are going to be there, too. And four years ago, we were in the exact same place, doing the exact same thing!
I love Colorado. Living there really was like living in a postcard. Every time I visit, I’m reminded that it’s a very special place.
Our campsites are on a small bluff, right above the shore. You may be familiar with my comfort-camping style…Well, it runs in the family.
When my family camps, we eat well. We drink well. We play games. We fish. We do stuff. And we laugh.
Four years ago, I stood on the banks of Haviland Lake ALL WEEKEND trying to catch a fish. I mean, it was my Dad’s birthday week. He taught me how to fish when I was teensy- I had to make him proud! And I really needed to prove to myself that I’ve still got it.
I gave up and went canoeing instead.
I can’t wait to sip a local Ska Brewing Company beer with my sis-in-law in the middle of the day. We’ll bring the paddleboards and fishing rods and be on the water most of the time. Cholula will be soaking wet and happy the whole week. We’ll sit around the fire, sipping wine and making s’mores or Smokey Links. And we get to enjoy my Mom’s awesome camp breakfasts!
Oh, and I DID catch a fish. I caught two, actually, on the very last day. Whew.
Watch out, trout. I’m coming for you. Four years later, I hope I’ve still got it.