“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs." ~ Norman MacLean, A River Runs Through It
It was time. Time to go. Go away. Time to get out, somewhere beyond the baseball fields and Wal-Mart. Time to spread our wings and fly----fish. Fly-fish??...
That's how our vacation planning conversations usually go. We all agree that the future of mom and dad's mental state of being is hinging upon a vacation. And, a vacation would be fun. The end.
Hey, what about researching the history of (said place)?? We could take in some museums, find a theatre production, eat at a legendary restaurant, meet the locals, (or shop?? she says quietly)....
Blank stares soon breaks into their own special way of sharing their ideas: shouting all at once, like they're on the floor at Wall Street. That's nice, Mom, we were kinda thinkin'...Hunting!....and bears.....and cliff diving.....and s'mores.....beef jerky....and fishing....and camping.....and off road ATV....and wrestling and farting and belching contests and.....
I probably don't have to state that we actually did all of those things, minus the bears and cliff diving. That was more like cliff climbing, really. I have woke up to the reality that for the next 20 years this little "planning" song-and-dance will most likely be my expectation when it comes to vacations.
As a lover of nature and beauty, I'll admit that our trip this year, though not exactly as I would have planned it, was fun. The best part for me, anyway, is seeing the boys have such a great time. And, I was surprisingly surprised at how much I enjoyed our fly fishing adventure.
When Steve came home and told me the WHOLE family was going, that we were going to hike back in to the mountains a couple of miles and then fish, I said, "Okay, crazy-man, did you hire a nanny to help us??" Nope, no nanny, but we had a couple of guide dudes to show us the way, fix up our lines with the right lures and help keep the non-swimmers from drowning.
Here's a summary of my enlightenment:
5. Apparently the cold, clear water we were fishing in was drinkable - even though it was rolling over slimy rocks and our bacteria infested boots - but whatever you say Mr. Bear Grylls, Man vs. Wild guy.
7. Fly fishing elevates your heroic status as a mom. It bumps you up a notch above being able to bake pies and throw a spiral.
Wanna see what else we did on our trip???
Kayaking...or at least attempting to. Nothing like a good t-bone to get things rolling!
Early morning lazy jammie pile-ups on the couch. That's not a typo. I meant what I said - it was early. That's why when you travel with kids you call it a trip. When you and your hubby fly solo it's a vacation.
Swing dance lessons from mom and dad after supper. I'm not sure why we're teaching them....it's not like they're ever going to go to a school dance. Ever. Never.
Vacations Family trips are incomplete unless ice-cream is imbibed.
Charlie discovered the beach.
And.....what else but more fishing??!!