A Toddler Runs Through It

The great fly fisherman. Here he is. Bob.


That's him in his waiters. Totally different from the kind that bring you pancakes and juice.


This is the Matolius River. Beautiful place to catch a few fish. Or to not catch any fish. Either day.


Have you guys ever heard the one about the one that got away? It was this big.


But who needs fish when you have a cool and woodsy hotel room with a jacuzzi bath with a window that lets you watch the tv while you tubby. Our room was a lot nicer than the one Mama had to stay in Saturday night after she got home from work real late to find out that we had taken her house key with us and she was locked out until we got back the next afternoon. Sorry mom, but this is the life of the fisherman's lady.


I tell you what though: I don't know many things better than going on a road trip into the scenic high desert with three generations of deWitt men. Make a point to do this if you ever can.