January 25, Catherine’s Landing, Hot Springs, Arkansas
It was a rainy Monday morning, and I felt completely recharged after the weekend. We moved slower than usual. I played games inside the RV with the kids, without agenda, without checking my watch every few minutes worried about how long I had before a next meeting.
We made Rice Krispy treats in the microwave. Called Grandma. Then we put on rain pants and splashed in puddles outside, collected the worms for a future fishing expedition. It felt like Spring.
Ten minutes later, the future fishing expedition was upon me. After a proud moment (for me) successfully extending the kids’ new rods, we marched over to the catch and release pond. We baited hooks with worms and mushy catfish pellets. With baited breath, I desperately hoped neither child would manage to catch a fish and I could delay the personal growth experience of removing a floppy fish from a hook and setting it back to live free and in the wild.
Lunchtime arrived before a fish. Whew.
I guess you are never too old or too young to take up fishing.