I miss the summer. We’re in full-on autumn mode now. Kids are at school, everything’s flavored like pumpkin, stores are starting to sell Christmas lights (???), and the California sun has given us slightly colder mornings and evenings, though daytime temperatures are still in the Mordor-range of 6,000 degrees.
But I digress.
I hadn’t yet written about a fishing trip my family went on in August because I pulled my Achilles really badly on the second day, then came home, got a job, and have just been too busy to even process all of our photos. But I finally got that chance, and I realized the funny thing about our fishing trips: my family hates fishing, but we love to go fishing. Weird, right?