The Big Horn Mountains
From Lisa:
I love it that my father included his stories about growing up fishing. The picture of my father above was taken by me with my first camera. I was 6. I loved eating the trout my dad caught! My first memories of loving fish were my dad's trout. As I grew older, I went fishing with my dad many times. He taught me how to fly cast. And yes, I will always have an image in my mind of catching grasshoppers with my dad and watching him put them on his hook.
I went fishing with him in Colorado, in Wyoming outside the cabin he built with his father in the Big Horns, and in Arizona. I went back-packing for two weeks in California's King's Canyon, and I remember thinking about him every day as I camped and fished along and in the King's river. Thank you Daddy for such sweet memories of my childhood.
One of my favorite movies is because of you Daddy: "A River Runs Through It." ♥