Some weeks are newsier than others. This is one of those.
The first paragraph may come as a surprise to you because it sure as hell was for me. But it’s the best news to come down the pike in a long time and certainly the highlight of 2020 to this point. The cat is out of Reid’s bag and we couldn’t be happier for it.
As for the rest of the letter, I’ve pined for a trip out west and now that wish is about to happen. Plus my boys will be making the jaunt with me which is, in a backhanded way, good news for them. If we have a grizzly encounter; they only have to run as fast as the slowest hiker. With me in tow, the only energy they’d need to expend is a slow trot, if that.
August 24, 2020
Ellen/Reid: Next month is shaping up to be something special.
September 30. Wow. Reid, that will be one conference call (Zoom?) that I won’t mind dialing in to. Good for you and Kiersten to tie the knot when you are. It gives family and friends something to look forward to and it will really give you something to talk about years from now. Sure, a larger ceremony would’ve been ideal, but the times don’t allow it and besides, there will be plenty of time for festivities down the line. The temptation is to invite you guys to Brevard for the honeymoon but I think you can do better. But the option is open. Let me know what you want for a gift. Of course, I was thinking a big set of All Clad to set your kitchen up right but that’s about the extent of my wedding creativity so whatever you dictate is what it will be.
Man, I am really looking forward to hitting the road on the 13th. Not sure if Des Moines is doable in a single day (about 14 hours) but I’ll give it my best. Bob knows of the impending visit. He’s doing better than I expected based on what is heard from Dave H. So it will be good to be there for at least a little while. Apparently I’ll stay at the house of Cheryl and Dave Dahlquist out at Lake Panorama. Nice of them to let me bunk there. Too bad the teardrop camper isn’t a reality quite yet. That would be a whole different ballgame (it’ll be some time before a camper happens). My golf clubs will go with me since I’ll play with both Daves and also Steve Allen. I haven’t seen Steve in a while so it will be good to walk the course with him.
Then up to St. Paul on the 17th. Ellen, I’ve no agenda other than to see you four. Your mom says the girls are growing like weeds. Can’t wait to see everyone. Or, as they say down here, y’all.
I’ll probably scoot west for Wyoming on Sunday the 20th. Reid, keep me posted on your flight plans. Casper or Jackson or Denver would seem to make sense. I’m thrilled you can make the trip so soon before the wedding. I hope Kiersten is totally on board with this little adventure scenario. Part of me wonders if you need to stay for wedding arrangements but that’s your call. The initial plan was to park at the New Fork Lakes trailhead and walk in a 5-6-7 miles so it wouldn’t really be a backpacking trip per se. I really just want to see and be in the Bridger and do a lot of fly fishing. For some reason in the middle of the night a few days ago, there was this vivid sense of foreboding about grizzlies. So it’s better you’ll come along. We do need to stop at the ranger station in Pinedale for a bear barrel. As camp cook, I’ll stuff all the food/utensils in a bag, toss the three person tent in the car, and since it might be easier for you, I’ll bring you an Osprey pack. You might end up toting both the barrel and the tent since my secondary Osprey I’ve used in Europe isn’t quite so big. But I think you can handle it. If you want, I can bring two rods so you can fly light. Haven’t thought at all about the return drive. Might stop in Omaha to see your uncle.
Still kicking myself for the foul up trying to video the plane crash on I-40 east of Asheville. I could see the plane well ahead of time and knew right away he was trying to set it down on the roadway. I’m not sure what happened but I just choked on hitting the record button. He was right next to me when he hit hard and there’s no excuse for not recording it. My one moment as a YouTube post, gone. At least the pilot could walk away from his tipped over plane.
My garden has gone comatose. We’ve had nearly nonstop rain and everyone in these parts is moaning about how their plots have gone to hell. It’s all very disappointing. So perhaps it’s time for a winter crop. Beets and collards most likely. But all signs do point to a decent red raspberry crop. The little girls next door keep asking when the raspberries will be ready. What that tells you is that there won’t be many for me. But that’s okay. That’s what you two raiders did when you were young.
Love, Dad