We had a busy weekend with soccer and a family baptism and our usual Saturday shenanigans. So when Sunday came along and we saw "Stake Conference" on the calendar... whelp, we decided to worship in nature with our little lads.
And you know what? I swear, on some Sundays, that is just the ticket for feeling closer to God.
Ryno called for a road trip to Strawberry and I always support a healthy outing outdoors (to selfishly preserve the cleanliness of the home front) - so off we went.
It took a bit more hiking than we had planned on to reach the shoreline, but once we got there, it was worth it. The boys spent their time collecting crawdad claws that had been discarded by the gulls (barf) and watching their poles between snacks.
Then sure enough - they hit it. Kael reeled in a big old cut throat first.
Dax reeled another nice cut in second. And just as we were packing up, little Ace man got a turn. It was perfect and the fish were the icing on our proverbial Sunday cake.
It was so quiet and pretty out there... One lone boat puttered out in the middle of the reservoir and we had the entire shoreline to ourselves. The hike was gorgeous with golden wheat grass against moody skies. It was crisp and clean and utterly fall-ish.
Plus I caught that moment above with my camera... so all is right with the world. :)
On the hike back we talked about the boys' girlfriends and they recalled funny stories about the deer hunt from the prior weekend. It just felt (prepare for corny level to be seriously upped) perfect.
We don't have it all together and not every moment of every day is pristine and peaceful - but we know how to embrace and thrive in the chaos. And that chaos? It's our favorite variety. :)
1 comment:
Attaboy, fishermen! Stake conference is hard sell, my Dax was ready to be done about 1/4 of the way in when we went a couple weeks ago. I think you made a good choice.
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