Like many of you, we have been getting a little stir crazy spending too much time in the house. I’ve noticed lots of things I could be working on, like patching that drywall in the upstairs guest bedroom or reorganizing my closets, but with the emerging warmer weather, the Wyoming wilderness just keeps calling to me.
One of the things that I have learned living here is that a good fishing spot is like a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation and guarded more closely than Grandma’s china. If only learning how to fish came with the knowledge of those spots. My husband has the patience of a saint watching me try to learn how to cast over and over again, getting snagged in the trees, or the rocks, or that old fence post behind me. I have yet to catch my first creek trout, but that’s OK because I have plenty of time to practice these days.
When we aren’t fishing, we are usually exploring a trail. Even though I’ve lived here for half a decade, I am always impressed with the number of trails I haven’t checked out yet. Last weekend Brian asked me if I wanted to go down to the “Old Turd Pond.” The grimace came reflexively but after checking out Heritage Park down by the creek, I realized that the old nomenclature was not reflective of the lush greenery, open plains and vibrant wildflowers that we saw along the trail system.
I’ve also been taking our newest four-legged family member, Barony, for more walks. Even in her advanced age she seems to really enjoy sniffing around the neighborhood, and while her stature is that of a potato with legs, she sure gets tough when faced with the chorus of larger dogs barking at her as we stroll. In fact, she makes it a point to claim her territory more often than I would personally like. Carrying those little green bags around the hood is not my favorite thing, but getting caught without one and risking the stink eye of a neighbor is even worse.
There have been a lot of reasons to get outside. The wildflowers are starting to bloom, and it’s worth the allergies to get out and enjoy them – even if I do get some sideways glances while shopping at the local grocery while sneezing into my mask. I hope you are all staying safe, staying sane and enjoying some of the sunshine.