Jim left for his yearly fishing trip up in the hinterlands of Canada with the menfolk of his clan. He bought all these beautiful flies and I decided I'd start making them if they weren't such a sneaky way to catch a pike. He explained that fishing in a remote lake system has it's ups and downs. Sunset suppers of freshly grilled fish sounded like an up, while loud snoring from the elders in the cabin maybe one of downs.
I always miss him when he goes, illustrated by the middle of the night time stamp on this post. Our fishy little farewell dinner in the last photo.