Another year in the books, and one item marked off the Life List
Yesterday was my birthday. For the safety of others, I will keep my exact age a secret. Really, I just want to maintain my youthful facade and revealing my age might pigeon hole me with me Internet peers. :-) I am usually not one to spend a lot of time talking about birthdays, but yesterday was a pretty cool one. Not just because it was the one day that is all mine, but because I also got a gift that allows me to look forward to completing one thing on my Life List.
My wife, Danielle, is an amazing gift giver. Every year she spoils me with surprises that I have not anticipated but are always the perfect present. This year was no exception. Danielle is also very supportive of my career and is always pushing me to be the best that I can be in my field of expertise. It’s no surprise that as part of that support she keeps tabs on this blog and my Twitter stream. That paid off for her this year when she was coming up with gifts for my birthday. Having read my life list she went through items that were ripe for a great birthday gift. Slightly too late for France and Le Tour, taking my father to Poland proved a bit pricey right now, and she can’t exactly do the training that is necessary to complete an Iron Man for me. That left a great opportunity to send both of us to Montana for a fly-fishing expedition next summer.
I mentioned above that she is a great gift giver. She is also a woman of exquisite taste in holidays. This gift was no exception. Drum roll please… Her coup de grace gift for me yesterday was to book us into The Resort at Paws Up in Greenough, Montana for 3 days of adventure next summer. If you’re not familiar with this place, take a look at their accommodations page to get a flavor of how we’ll be living during this time away. She has booked us into the newly developed ‘River Camp‘ area for our stay. That river? The Big Black Foot, or ‘Big Blackie’, of A River Runs Through It fame. I’ll be fishing the same waters as Norman Maclean and can’t wait to hook into one of the many species of trout (brown, brook, and cutthroat) native to the Bitterroot Valley. A fly fisherman’s dream vacation and one item scratched off the ol’ Life List – it doesn’t get much better than that!