This was a breakthrough weekend for me. No yard work or housework, just adventure. I took the boat out Saturday (no, not a hot date at the Taco King, dammit!) and drowned some worms in one of the many beautiful lakes around here. The brothers in-law (my brother in-law and his brother, so that makes brothers in-law, right? Damn, I really should crack open Strunk and White this decade) caught basss, trout, crappie and bluegill. I steered the boat and peed in a Gatorade bottle. We ended up going catch and release for the trip, so I think we all ended up happy. Or as happy as three guys with no fish and a bunch of fish with fresh piercings can get.

Later that afternoon, we went to Post Falls pond so that I could catch something. While I finally caught some trout, the exciting part at the pond was my grand physics experiment. Early on, I decided to experiment with friction. Interesting stuff, friction. So pleasurable under the right circumstances, yet so painful when you’re sliding down a rock-strewn embankment on your hands, feet and arse, about to pitch into a pond. I ended the day with two trout, a bruised bum and some not-so-micro derm abrasion on my hands. Fun!

Not much happened Sunday in the fun department, although I did see something for the first time in the year I’ve been up here in Idaho: A fire truck had its siren and lights on, and most of the drivers on the road actually pulled over. Usually drivers around here just speed up or ignore ambulances (like the brilliant local tow-truck driver who ended up ramming an ambulance yesterday), but not yesterday. Must be something in the air. I’m sure it’ll all blow over by the end of the week.

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