A little more fishing in Little Cottonwood: Autumn Begins

Last Sunday was really special. Our church, K2, (itself a five year old church plant out of Kennsington Michigan) commissioned about 250 people to begin holding services at a church plant south of the main church. K2 has been holding 4 services each Sunday and was busting at the seams. People drove quite a distance to attend services, and it was clear that a church could be started in a community closer to where a lot of the people already live.

The first service of the new church will be held next Sunday!

On top of that, we saw the video of the latest group of people who got baptised. About 15 people...yes, God is still changing lives, and making fishers of men.

Bernie and I had various tasks to attend to during the afternoon, but around four o'clock we decided to head up to Little Cottonwood Canyon, about 15 minutes from our house.

The fall colors were lighting up the canyon walls.

And the growing evening shadows served as a perfect backdrop to show off the blazing bright colors.

Bernie was eager to wade into the river to do some more fly fishing.

I amused myself by taking pictures, as usual, and then curling up with the book "Eat, Drink and Be Wary: A Pennsylvania Dutch Cooking Mystery Novel" by Tamar Myers.

The main character is a modern Mennoite woman who runs an inn.

Her Amish distant cousin does the cooking.

I'll bet you had no idea there was such a book.

Not only is there such a book, there are actually about 15 titles in the series.

Recipes are included, and the laughs never stop.

I laughed so hard I almost wet my sturdy Christian underwear!

Oh the Mennonite, Amish and Presbyterian humor is spot on funny.

It was a good thing I was inside the car...otherwise I might have scared the fish away.

I love seeing Bernie get into the fly casting. Dry fly no less. Apparently dry flies are a bigger deal casting wise than wet flies.

It was pretty much autumn everywhere I looked.

(He was casting into that down river area...)

Then.....after a brief struggle...

A cute little spotty brook trout! It really was too small to keep. It was sent swimming merrily on its way moments later. Bernie actually caught a rainbow trout while I was snorting and giggling away in the car, but released it as well.

I love my fisherman in full fishing gear!

And I was really glad he had the head lamp...it was dark when we walked away from the river's edge.

No fish for dinner this time, but I was happy with my pictures, my book and heading home with my man.