Kolby's favorite vacation finally rolled around! He starts getting the fishing itch the first week of March and breaks his gear out of storage to play with in the back yard. The boys always head off to the mountains early in April and spend a week on the river "hunting" fish, eating pounds of fried spuds, and getting super smelly and dirty.
This year, Uncle Curt got to join Kolby and Papa. Curt and Papa both took a spill in the river this year. Other than that, It's pretty much the same pictures sent home every year. This is Papa's Disneyland. He never gets tired of it, and I think Kolby and Curt feel the same!
Someone really wanted to go on the big boys' trip but didn't get an invite - some crap about being too puny to survive the raging river and giant fish. So, mom did her best to set up a fishing hole at home. I bet the big boys can't say they caught a shark! Klive wasn't the only one who cried while the boys were gone. I supremely rolled my ankle in a sprinkler hole while picking Klive up from school and had to spend the next three weeks on crutches. It was one of those rolls that makes you instantly want to barf and pass out. It was super awesome to put on a show for the crowd of other pick-up parents, hobble to my car with Winnie as a crutch and then not have a doctor husband home to assess the damage. A great time was had by all!
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