Hotter den Hades

I'm sure you've all heard this by now, but it's been hot as blazes over here in Southwest Montana. We got out of town one weekend and landed ourselves a grand ol' time at Cliff and Wade Lakes, which were surprisingly cool, spring fed, and lined with pine trees, despite their odd location in the (relatively) flat, treeless, rolling waves of grain lining the Upper Madison River.

Whoppers

Grandpa and Jeanne came out for a visit recently and we all went fishing on the Yellowstone. I didn't really get the whole fly-fishing thing until my dad started reeling in some whoppers. Now I'm hooked, too.
Speaking of whoppers, where do you think I go my thighs?

Summertime

Although I enjoy sleeping in the sensory-deprivation chamber that is the basement, sometimes I get a little nervous about missing key family events. So this morning, for example, I climbed out of bed really super early and woke up mom and dad. The sun was shining, so I don't know what the problem was, but it took them a while to get the coffee going and the Cheerios poured.

I've got a lot to do today--swimming, swinging, sliding, you name it. It's going to be another scorcher, so I've got to go lather up with sunscreen. See ya.