Answer to What Was In The Box

If you read my previous post " What's In The Box"  you might be curious to know the answer.
First a little background. My wonderful husband is an avid fisherman. He's what I affectionately call a" blade of grass fisherman" ( I should probably trademark that term). He will get himself into all kinds of positions, balance on one foot on the top of a rock, climb down the rocky side of a cliff, stand on a blade of grass outstretched over the river,etc. all to get to the perfect fishing hole. Fishing does not slow down for my husband when the temperature drops below zero, that's actually just another opportunity to go fishing. He will drive to the frozen lake in a blizzard, drag his gear to the perfect spot, drill a hole and he is a happy fella. This year to make it easier to haul all of his gear I bought him ,drum roll please,.......... An ice fishing sled!  Taa Daaa, that's right I packed it in a big box wrapped with gold paper and tied with a bow. He was so thrilled with his surprise. Sorry no photos of him allowed, he reused to let me post the photos of him in his Christmas morning attire and with his wild and woolly hair, giggle.

I loved your guesses and the emails you sent. Thank you for always participating in my blog, it really does make me smile.

I hope you all received something special and maybe a surprise or two under your tree this year.

In Search of Autumn

Last Sunday my husband and I went for a drive in the local mountains. I had my trusty camera in hand and he had his fishing gear primed and ready to use when the moment moved him. Together we journeyed through back roads and winding trails in our trusty ‘ole grandpa truck (green 1997 Dodge ram). Often peeking over dizzying mountain roads (why is the passenger side is always facing the edge) in search of beautiful fall colors.Anxious to find autumn's glorious rusty reds, golden hues and brightly colored leaves.

We made a few new friends 

   and a few that simply turned their backs on us.

fishing was good and plenty were caught and released

But, nature’s canvas was muted. Colors were pale and the mountainsides had more brown than rusty reds.

What’s going on? I asked, where is the beauty of autumn? My wonderful husband shrugged and said, “To dry babe”. Simple as that, to dry! What? We’re in the mountains and the first day of fall was the 22nd of September. Didn’t Mother Nature get the memo? But then on our way home, right there in our area, I found this!  So the mountains may not know it's autumn but our neighborhoods sure do.

Is it autumn where you live?

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