Long daylight hours and [our occasional] sunshine spell fishing to Ryan. In his perfect world he would go fishing early every weekend morning and some evenings in between. He never gets quite so excited and impatient to get out the door as when he or we are off to go fishing. One day, he is going to teach me to fly fish, as I can’t handle the inactivity of regular ole reel and bobber fishing. But for now I pack magazines and books and a frisbee and snacks to stay occupied.
One weekend we took Grace with us fishing at Greenlake. We got coffee watched the busy trail around the lake to identify the various types of runners.