Joe came back from his business training trip. All his flights were on time, and all in all he was glad to have gone. But we are glad he's home. We enjoyed a relaxing Saturday, checking out our local farmer's market, skipping rocks at the lake, and of course having a pint at our usual brewery. Back to normal.Sunday we had a very special fishing adventure. By chance of meeting people at work, we were invited to Frenchman's Pond, which we have read about. We were even more honored that our host let us spin cast instead of fly fish this one time, hoping the old judge/author/fly fishing legend John Voelker in heaven wouldn't be upset. I suppose he wasn't too offended, we got to catch a few native brook trout.
The whole experience felt, and still feels, surreal. Almost like time traveling or stepping into a different dimension, in this case inside a book!
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