Since it seemed it would never go below 80 degrees in Chicago during September, the girls and I headed north to Minnesota for a quick weekend with my parents. Where the weather did not disappoint, and we had a brief snow storm the morning after we arrived. With a fire, football, and chili on hand, the girls settled in.
And my dad was a sport to take me fishing.
Thankfully, we got that task of fishing, catching, photographing, and releasing within about 25 minutes because it was cold out there.
Much more comfortable.
And warm.
And relaxing.
Particularly since the boys had been tasked with getting me a new car back at home over the weekend.
Nine years, 175K miles, and sedentary layers of who-know-what--it was time.
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