Wyokiddo, Outdoor Guy and I got up a little early this morning to head down to our local reservoir for some fishing. We got skunked.
On our walk back to the car, we saw some tiny little lizards darting across the path on the dam. They were about the size of Outdoor Guy’s index finger and lightning fast. We were also treated to the antics of some fat, lazy prairie dogs and a burrowing owl sighting on our way home.
“Sorry we didn’t catch any fish,” I told Wyokiddo as we put our stuff away in the house.
“Are you kidding?” She asked me. “We saw lizzards and owls. this was the best fishing trip ever!”
I love that even at five, she’s starting to realize our mornings on the water isn’t about how many fish we catch, but about what we experience along the way together as a family.