"I'm thinking I want to go fishing. You want to go to the Weber River with me?" my sweetie asked.
Answer: Of course!
We scurried around and were on the road by noon.
About 40 minutes later we were looking for a good spot for fishing on the river.
owners make river access available on their property via wooden stiles that help you to climb over their fences.
Signs are posted reminding visitors to be sure to not leave any trash behind, to be careful of damaging property and that bothering livestock will not be tolerated.
Whew...that was easy.
Or so I thought.
I hadn't gone very far when I heard Bernie yelling my name back at the roadside.
I turned to see what he wanted....
and saw this.
Do I look like a Mary...as in "Mary had a little lamb" fame?
I had no sheep snacks with me, and even if I did, I most certainly wouldn't have enough treats for the whole flock.
I stayed on one side of the small stream while the sheep hiked along the other side.
(I have to say I really like this picture with the clouds reflected in the water.)
I loved that rusty farm dealy-bob thingee in the background.
It gives the picture a real country/rural touch.
With the sheep pre-occupied with their nibbles, I continued on further upstream and into the trees.
To be continued!