It was an agreement we came to long ago.

One of the first times we went camping in Yellowstone as a family, I tried to get my fly rod out of the truck. My wife waved her finger at me (no, not that finger, just her index finger) in that "No, no bad dog," manner, and said, "No fishing on family vacations." I would like to think she had her other hand on her hip, but I just can’t conjure that image for my wife, no matter how much literary style it might add to the story.

And I really need to add to the story, because, that was it. One time was all it took (I’m so whipped) for me to realize, "Yeah, she’s right." A family vacation is about the family, not me off by myself fishing. And I’m okay with that. Surprisingly. I’ve been to Yellowstone 10 times or so since then with the family (we only live about four and a half hours away), and have never fished inside the Park. And it doesn’t really bother me.

So it’s family vacation time this summer. For the next ten days we’ll be hitting Yosemite and the coast of central California (Monterey and San Francisco). No fly rod in sight for ten days because family vacation means "No Fishing."

No computer access for…I don’t know. If one of the hotels has access (and I’m sure at least one of them does), I’ll log in and check things out. Otherwise, this site will be silent for a week and a half. I’m not sure which is going to be harder: fishing withdrawal or computer withdrawal.

I do have a post I’m working on that is about my eleven year old daughter fly fishing with me for the first time last week—what an incredible experience that was!

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