We are just a couple days away from opening day of trout season in PA.

My dad would never miss this.  I have vivid memories of getting up before the sun to the buzz of an old, white alarm clock that flipped the numbers, packing up the fisihing gear, and heading off.

We would always fish under this one rail-roal tressle (which I have a picture of and a railroad spike from in my house).  I remember being so cold, but dad was always so excited and had so much fun.  I remember, much to his pain, getting my line caught in trees/bushes a few too many times.

Those where the moments that as I kids you would roll your eyes, but later you come to realze just how important they were. Simple quality time, no agenda, no rush, just being together and sharing an experience.

My parents were pulling me in this sled and after awhile thought it seemed light.

It was - I had fallen out and was head first in a snow drift.

I was quickly rescued.

I still have the sled.

Stephen