This past weekend we took it easy and enjoyed the last gasps of fall. We went to church on Saturday and then Sunday went fly-fishing and climbing in Eleven Mile Canyon. My father had bought us a casting class at our local fly shop, so we took it Sunday morning learning the many ways one can move a rod at "10 and 2." Our real fishing produced Darren's first fish on a fly rod and me with several lost flies, but I still had fun.
Afterwards I led up a trad route on the side of the road. Although leading sometimes freaks me out, like kayaking, when I finish I get a relieving shot of adrenaline.
