It’s been an unusually busy week for me. The week was full of personal growth, which one can never fully explain. I will say that it feels great! So, originally I planned to blog about a few things separately, and I may still, but at this point I’ll just hit the highlights while everything is fresh in my mind.
The week started off well. I was refocused on my fitness plan and rededicating to my nutritional habits. That lasted all the way through Wednesday morning. If you’re checking, you’ll note that I did not track any food for three days. Frankly, doing so would have distracted from better things going on.
I headed up to Longview Washington to go Steelhead fishing with my Dad. We hadn’t done any fishing so far this year and were long overdue. We took his drift boat down the Cowlitz River on about a 5-hour drift after I got there Wednesday afternoon. The weather was really drizzly and it was foggy on the river-kinda eerie, really. My current background pic was taken at the boat ramp. That’s what it looked like when we put in. We started rigging up right away and Mother Nature proceeded to dump buckets o’ water on us. We had to pump the boat after about 15 min.
This guy was fly-fishing in the fog and I thought my friend Gail (blackheart) would enjoy this picture.
I don’t think we were adrift for about an hour when Dad got his. That was a fiasco. He had dropped the anchor in a pile of boulders and it took us a half hour to get out of that mess. Not only that, he forgot his license and we didn’t have a pen to record his prize. We managed to find another fisher person who tossed us a pen and I ended up tagging it for him. Here he is with his prize. He hates this picture but I love it…looks just like him when he’s trying to tell me what to do.
Thursday we headed out in the morning. The weather was much better, although overcast most of the day, but we didn’t get rained on until we were pulling out. I offered to row the boat so he could have a break. He’s a retired tugboat captain and I wondered why I put myself in that position at all. First he tried to coach me how to do it, ‘never push, always pull with your oars’, etc. Of course, having never navigated a river before I managed to cover it bank to bank and managed to ‘miss 50’ of good fishing’ every time I crossed it. It wasn’t long ‘till he popped up and demanded that I let him row. So I yelled at him, ‘Oh, sit down and calm yourself!’ I asked him, ‘How do you teach a baby to walk??? Just settle down.’ After he informed me how he hates babies (he was kidding), he finally settled down. He was sitting in front and I had to giggle inside when I would see him reposition himself with each screw-up. He managed to take this picture after he finally started breathing again.
About an hour from the end of our drift, I caught mine. The story is that some people fish their whole lives and never catch a Steelhead. I don’t know if that’s true, but it makes a great story since this was my first time out.
I came home Friday afternoon to a house with no teenagers. Woo hoo. I was wiped out and ready for a nap but found my tomato plants had fallen over from the weight of the fruit, so I spent the next couple hours messing around in the yard.
Finally, I checked the mail and found a letter from Lane Community College. I had been looking forward to this letter, but now was afraid to open it. I thumbed through the rest and finally decided to read it before I went into the house. To my delight, it was a letter of acceptance to the Exercise and Movement Science Program. They only admit 30 people per year, via an application process. I’m not sure it has sunk in just yet. I have to extend another thanks to Kate (Keakman) for her glowing letter of recommendation.