I showed you my travel knitting, but never did tell you about the trip.
We went to Saskatchewan to see The Reluctant Farmer’s parents, whom I adore. (After the last set of inlaws, really, anything would’ve been an improvement, but I really, truly, honestly love my husband’s parents and think they are fabulous people, I really couldn’t have made a better trade-up.)
Here’s The Reluctant Farmer with his stepdad, outside by the fire pot:
The fire pot – made by my father-in-law from an old washing machine drum, it is gorgeous in the dark … the firelight shines out all those tiny little holes, making really lovely golden sparkles. And yes, that’s a sock in progress.
They live right on a lake (which is filled with fish!). This is the view from the deck … honestly, any day that looks like this has to be a good one.
The lake level was down too low to get the boat out of the boathouse, so we fished from this sand bar.
I caught my first walleye:
We fished every single day we were gone, except the first one which was occupied with the long drive there.
On our way back, we swung south through the Cypress Hills. I had no idea landscapes like this still existed anywhere … there were vast areas of land with no sign of people at all except some fences and the odd Texas gate to keep the cattle in. No power lines, no houses, no barns … it was disconcerting, though beautiful. It just goes on and on and on and on:
I was actually quite relieved to get back to the landscapes I know, with trees and hills. You just shouldn’t be able to see that far!
We stopped at a really nice fishing spot by Drumheller on our way home and caught a whole bunch of big jack:
Including my first “respectafish” (respectable-sized-fish):
I’ve only been fishing for a couple of years, I had no idea I’d enjoy it as much as I do but I really do love it. Every cast is a chance to do better, a chance to have a different outcome … and bringing in a big fish takes some effort and skill, so it’s a fun way to challenge yourself. I don’t eat fish (never have been able to handle the taste) so we just catch-and-release (though we save the occasional trout for my husband), and enjoy being out in the sun doing something we enjoy together.
It was nice to spend every day with my husband, no obligations, no deadlines, no schedules. The Boy kept things well under control back home, the Small People were busy with school and staying with their Mom, and we could keep in touch with everyone by phone and text message and email and Facebook – modern technology is wonderful that way.
It took me about a week and a half to recover from being away, but it was definitely worth it. I had fun.
Lovely holiday, lovely fish, and I'm so glad you got away! So... next summer you're coming west, right? :)ReplyDelete
I might! :) There are some festivals out your way that Flannelberry Creek might need to attend.ReplyDelete
If I do you can be sure you'll hear about it ahead of time! :)
Loved seeing these photos - glad you had a great get away!ReplyDelete