Tiny sippers ... #keepemwet #flyfishing #rainbowtrout #deschutesriver #inbend #catchandrelease
Take me to your leader. Playing around with @yamahaoutboards Helm Master system / XTOs. . . . . . #boating #boatlife #saltlife #onthefly #flyfishing #thegreatoutdoors #keepemwet #welivetoexplore #repyourwater #catchandrelease #riverfishing #getoutdoors #maryland #yamahaoutboards #easternshore #esmd #chesapeakebay #pursuitboats
And that’s a wrap! Another great season @mtbachelor comes to a close. #skiing #springsnow #cornsnow #oregon #cascades #inbend #thisisbend
She. Ocean. #pnwonderland #oregoncoast #daughters
😢 #latergram #2008 #notredame
My grandmother, Granna, would have been 98 yesterday. Of course I miss her but it’s only been after her death — and as I watch my own child grow — that I’m truly beginning to understand how remarkable she was. An Appalachian hillbilly through and through, Laura E. Kilgore White never finished high school and may have been a bit mischievous. She grew up poor, lived poor, and died poor. For years I think she served “soup beans”, corn bread, sliced tomatoes and fried potatoes for dinner, which I later loved, along with her sweet tea that would have an inch of sugar settling at the bottom. She married an abusive, philandering alcoholic and suffered. She would wring her hands with worry anytime an ambulance went by or there was lightning. (Her church van got stuck once). Even so, she managed to raise three kids who broke that cycle and today her grandchildren are thankful for it. Toward the end, in the grand scheme of things at least, she started giving everything away, including this little blue glass bird. She thought a neighbor had given it to her decades ago. For the past 15 years or so, it has sat where I can see it when I first wake up, on a nightstand or windowsill. It traveled with me to Switzerland, where Evie was born, and then back. Upon opening our boxes after our return, I was crushed to see the bird’s thin glass tail had been shattered. I tried not to let it bother me but it did. Then this Christmas, Heidi, on behalf of Evie, found the broken bird a companion, another blue bird, a new blue bird. Each, on its own, on some level is just a silly gift. But put them together and they carry more meaning than I can sometimes bear. Happy 98th, Granna. I love you. Thank you.