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One of my favorite things about my Dad is how much he loves the outdoors. When he was a teenager my Grandparents would drop him off in the Sierras and tell him they would pick him up in 2 weeks. He would pack just enough food to survive and a map and a compass. When my Grandparents would come back after two weeks he would be right at the coordinates he told them he would be at.
Now fish are his passion. If you look through his pictures on his camera 90% of the pictures are of fish. He is minorly obsessed with them. He will do just about anything to get to where the good fish are. He will backpack miles and miles just to get to a certain kind of trout. He only fly fishes and he is dang good at it and I love that. (Bait fishing is boring in my book, no offense.) His most recent trip was to Boulder Mountain which I was fortunate enough to backpack through a few years ago. It's beautiful there. I think he was planning to be there five days. My Mom called me after the third day and said he came home early. She said he said, "It was too hard." What!? My Dad doesn't say that. When he came up here last week I made fun of him for being old and not being able to handle it. He claims he never said that and that they just caught all the fish they wanted and were sick of freezing to death.

This morning I got this email from him:


Photos of Pete & Paul's Ironman Adventure to Blind Lake Oct 20-22, 2009 - A test of men and equipment. The lake did NOT beat us. The funny looking trout is a SPLAKE (Brook X Lake Trout Hybrid)
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I love this guy. I'm so glad he is my Dad.

P.S. - My tent looks great in the snow.