I am sitting in a cabin nestled in Roche Lake Provincial Park, in British Columbia, Canada.  As I write, I am looking out the window, watching the sun begin to warm the surface of the lake.  The morning air is brisk as it was cold enough to frost last night.

Yesterday I left the homestead well before daylight and drove to Mum’s.  My Uncle John, who is 84 years young, stayed the night before.  The three of us journeyed to the airport for a trip south.  This weekend, we are joining with family in the Deep South to celebrate the life of our dear Miss Willie!
Miss Willie was married to their brother, The Colonel.  Her birthday this year celebrates her 85th year of life.  Her children, my cousins, are throwing a birthday bash for her and that is why we are here. 

 I am sitting in a quiet room.  The sun is shining and the sky is blue.  I am happy to be in this place.  On Thursday, my friend Fancy called from Annapolis, Maryland.  “Can you come for a visit?”  After a few phone calls, I called her back.  “Is tomorrow too soon?”  

We got up early on Saturday morning, and of course, I had a plan.  Today would be the day we would delve into the Indian Peaks Wilderness Area, at the recommendation of my old friend Steve Schweitzer, esteemed author and fly fisherman.  I had maps.  I had trails marked.  I had alternative trails marked.  We had our gear ready, food and water packed and off we went to find Hallie Trailhead to start our hike.

Day Two took us up the Peak to Peak Highway into Rocky Mountain National Park (RMNP).  Our plan was to meet a friend of mine through fly fishing of over two decades, Sister Sue K.  Sister Sue is a Colorado gal who knows her way around the area AND a trout stream. 

Last year, I rekindled my love of travel and adventure when Katie Q and I trekked across the country.  Visiting the national parks, seeing sights unseen, and getting a glimpse of some great fishing waters reminded me that I needed to get back out there.  I have been getting out to visit friends and enjoying the eastern part of the country.  Hubby and I decided that this year, we would make a trip out west.

I am sitting in a hospital.  A friend called and asked if I would be his transport for a minor procedure today.  All is going well.  I am waiting.  The sun is shining through giant windows in the sitting area.  My mind is flowing back to a sunny day spent last month with my friend Rainbow in British Columbia.

I cannot help but share a bit more about my recent visit to British Columbia.  The days were full of fun and friendship… and we did manage some fishing! 

There are people I have met in life, felt a connection, and said “Let’s get together again.”  Or “Let’s keep in touch”.  Or “Let’s not let so much time pass between our visits.” Our friendship may have started through fly fishing, or cycling, or work, or mutual friendships, or even family that lives far away.  After spending some time together in fellowship, the promise is made to reunite somewhere, sometime.  Often, life gets in the way. 

Today’s blog was written high above the clouds with no way to post from “up there”.  Now that my feet are back on the ground, I share my thoughts of the day:

At present it is 2:11 PM Mountain Standard Time.  I am sitting in a Boeing 737…