This weekend

A list of what was awesome this weekend:

1) Weather
2) Fishing
3) Scenery

4) Extra day off work
5) Wildlife

6) Toasted strawberry marshmallows
7) Vitamin D

8) Hanging out with the hubs

A list of what was not awesome this weekend:

1) Falling in the creek

2) Getting hooked in the back of the neck

3) Emergency creekside surgery to remove said hook

4) Snakes

5) Generic brand graham crackers that made our s'mores taste like chocolate and marshmallows wedged between cardboard

We continued our summer adventures this weekend with a camping and fishing trip near Dillon. We took a three-day weekend and made a pretty wide loop around southwest Montana. We started at a spot Shaun has been to several times. I would tell where it is, but I honestly don't know my directions well enough to do so...so we'll say it was near some mountains somewhere around Dillon. We spent Friday afternoon fishing and enjoying life (except for the part where I fell in...). We enjoyed an evening around the campfire and were sorely disappointed by our s'mores. Seriously, folks, pay the extra two bucks for Honey Maid graham crackers...don't be like me. To compensate, I just ate toasted marshmallows. Strawberry marshmallows, to be exact. I may never buy regular ones again.

Saturday morning started out with a semi-successful jaunt to a spot higher on the creek than we were Friday, but it wasn't panning out according to our hopes and dreams, so we moved on. We left some gopher casualties in our wake beside the dirt road on the way to our next stop, but got distracted by a stream that was just too good to pass up. Contrary to our spot of the morning, we ended up with some fantastic mountain brook trout. That particular spot will remain a secret, thank you very much. As a brief intermission, I got snagged in the back of the neck by an errant hook, which was fun. It took some pliers and some patience and some nerve, but Shaun got 'er out and we went back to fishing, to be rewarded by some more brookies.

The next stop, after about 30 more miles of dirt road and a trumpeter swan refuge, we hit Red Rock creek for some snake sightings and some more brook trout. By this time, we were both ready to call it a trip...40 fish between us, 2 snakes, 4 flies lost, and a proper sunburn apiece seemed sufficient. So we trekked the last thirty miles of dirt road and headed back to civilization.

Next week...Texas.