All about me...

Granted, it's a bit of a selfish thing... to make a whole post about myself. But I do have my reasons. Way back at the beginning of 2012, around the time of my 44th birthday, I made something of a public pledge to do a little more this year, to be a little better; to put up "better numbers"... Sorry, about the lame analogy. I guess I figure I owe you, or maybe me a report on the whole thing. How did I do? Certainly not perfect, maybe not even great... but better, I think. And I'm okay with that.

I lost almost 30 pounds and have kept it off for a year. Thanks Tracy, Weight Watchers and my shaky commitment to be a real "runner".

I drew a little more. Yes, still weird stuff. Thanks Apple and the guys who made Paper.

We ate a little better. Thanks Tracy, my mentor and kitchen guide. Also the kids and Mike and Zach... willing subjects in our culinary experimentations.

I fished a little more/better. Thanks to Nate, Alfredo, Ken, The McDreamy and one particular spot on the Middle Provo.

I was also blessed to spend another year with my absolute best pal, soul-mate, co-conspirator and partner in crime. We didn't read our scriptures every day, but we did make real progress and I/we could feel the difference.

Upcoming? Posts about baking, family trips and other life changing occurrences.

Battenkill

This is an old post that's been stuck in draft limbo for a long time. Rather than just kill it off, I thought I'd cripple it forever with some really surface level thinking. I won't write a novel. I couldn't even write an essay. 

Maybe just bullet points?

- The upper Provo
- A bamboo rod that's been in the family for almost 50 years
- Very modest success (lost one on the line, a couple of strikes)
- Some of my favorite people ever
- Freddy looking wider than usual (sorry man... my bad)
- Jordan looking creepy (sorry man... it's you)
- Nate as his usual, hyper-generous, river-guide self
- A camera to fall back on when fishing was slow
- The lightest of rain

Invasive Species

We've been to Pocatello twice in the past couple of months. Once in late October and again at Thanksgiving. I suppose eastern Idaho won't sound all that alluring to most... but for us it is. It's a short drive to a place that feels like having a country house (sorry Ken and Annie)... much in the same way that St. George (sorry Todd and Bill) feels like going to a beach house. Pathetic? Probably, but you have to make the best of things.

Hopefully we haven't quite worn out our welcome yet up there, but we'd have to be close. Inviting oneself somewhere frequently can have that effect. An important note: If you're going to impose on friends or family living in the country, fall is a great time to do it.

A few photos below of what one sees and does... and please don't drop off before the end. I wouldn't want you to miss one of the few fish I've caught in recent memory.