Monday, December 12, 2005
The good, bad, ugly and completely bizarre of our weekend fishing excursion
Good: My first fishing trip ever! (Not counting the time my mom took us kids to a stocked lake at Neil's insistence. Don't remember catching anything. Or the time last year Steve decided to start fishing with the boys so we bought licences and gear and went to an urban lake in Tempe and the boys' attention span lasted about 5 minutes. Didn't catch anything.)
Good: Very fun extended date with Steve and our funny, classy, wonderful friends David and Jami.
Very good: David and Jami did all the hard work--planned it, made reservations, drove, prepared lunch. It was heaven.
Good: Knew our kids were in good hands. (Thanks, mom.)
Good: Fun game night in a great little two-bedroom apartment hotel room.
Good: An entire, lazy day on a river in a stunningly beautiful Arizona canyon.
Bad: An entire day on a river when the air temp did not get above 39 degrees.
Good: My fabulous sister let me use her really warm ski clothes.
Good: Once in a while the sun came out.
Good: Our fishing guide gave us dirt on the celebrities he has worked with when they come to do fishing movies: Christian Slater=jerk; John Travolta=nice but flaky.
Ugly: Once I caught a glimpse of our fishing guide in his rearview mirror all contorted and had visions of a nightmarish serial killer who at any moment would turn around, get in my face, stick out his tongue and yell "Mwah ha ha ha ha!!"
Bad: Our guide pulled into a cove, dropped the anchor and asked, "Okay, Cookie, what'd you make us for lunch?"
Good: My friend Jami handled being called Cookie very gracefully.
Good: A delicious lunch of apples; mangos; white cheddar, blue, and brie cheeses; crackers; baguettes; olives; roast beef; turkey and salami.
Bad: Okay, I don't like salami.
Bad: I am turning 30 and still have never caught a fish.
Good: An appreciation for fishing as a sport that really does take some skill.
Good: David caught a fish, tossed the line back in, and let me reel it in and get my picture taken with it, so I can fake out my kids like I really did catch a fish.
Completely bizarre: Two Mormon missionaries walking along the highway in the middle of nowhere hitchhiking. We turn around, pick them up, and they are going to visit an investigator on the reservation, but don't really know how to get there. We drive, drive, drive. Finally, "Turn right here." Really, we are dropping them off in nowhere land. They are 45 minutes by car, with no car, away from their next appointment in an hour and a half and don't seem worried about how they'll get there: "Someone will pick us up." It will be dark and very cold in about 30 minutes. Oh yeah, one of them was on his third day of his mission. Hello!? Mission President?? Do you know what these missionaries do every day? Hitchhiking across the vast northern Arizona expanse in the dark and freezing cold?? It was kind of surreal.
Overall, our trip was great! Good food, good friends, good fishing (for some of us) and good fun.