Walliebloggin': Mixed Messages

We went out this morning to walk the dogs, cause that is what we do first thing in the AM (usually Miki in the morning, cause I am...well, usually Miki in the morning) and there is this great bike trail that leads everywhere around here. It meanders in and out of the woods among the aspen turning these great colors (did you know aspen can have orange leaves in the fall?) and by Dillon Lake. The lake is way down, like 30 feet or more down, I am guessing they are getting it ready for winter and preparing to receive next spring's snow melt.

Morning stroll.

On our way back, the arrow points out the doghouse. If that arrow wasn't
there, we would have never found our way back.

Anyway, we came to an overlook of a cove of the lake and remember the little concentric circles I described on my Epic day hike to Lake Solitude? Well, that is okay if you don't, it has been a few days! Anyway, it appeared as though the fish were calling to me as they were slurping up something off the top of the water and saying, "Come on down." When we returned back to the doghouse, Miki and I did just that. She gathered her sketching supplies and I my fishing stuff and off we went. Sure enough, they were still looking for action. Second or third cast I ~~captured~~ landed this little rainbow trout. It fought like the dickens, like rainbows do, snapped this photo below and back he went to fight another day. Then it started. The ignoring game. I must have tried a half dozen different flies, but to no avail. They turned their noses up and didn't want to play anymore. You see the message I got while walking the dogs was, "Let's go." I came to play and after a short time they were not into what I had to offer. Their message was, "Go away." I got one interested party, but that was it. I was grateful for that. Grateful enough that it kept me there another two hours. It is amazing how time slips by when doing something you like (trying to fool little fish), but the mixed messages, I don't get it.

You called and here I am. You can see the lake is a bit low,
like up to the yellow aspen low.

Thank you little rainbow.

Later we drove into Frisco to check out some of our favorite shops. While Miki went into a yarn shop (really, a yarn shop? who does that...sorry Mik), there just so happened to be a fly fishing shop next door, Blue River Anglers to be exact. I opened the door and walked in to the greeting of one of those electronic door tones, alerting whoever should have been aware I had entered, but wasn't present. Eventually a young guy came out of a side room where he was working on a mountain bike. Was I in a fly shop or bike repair shop? All the displays said fly shop. He started chatting me up (not like that) and we started to talk shop. I vaguely sounded like I knew what I was talking about and he continued to pursue the conversation, so I am thinking this is cool. He is so not busy that he is working on his bike and takes time out from that to show a little Frisco friendliness. I was thinking great. It elevated to a level of respect from one flyfisher to another (one of us, the term is used lightly) that I asked him for a suggestion on where I might fish, liking alpine lakes and small streams. In the middle of discussing Mohawk Lakes, where we have hiked to before and fished, a buddy of his comes in and I apparently turned into the invisible man. My new best friend blew me off. I didn't understand, our relationship had grown so quickly in a such a a short amount of time. I was getting the message, but it was a different one from a moment ago. I hung my head and slipped out undetected.

Leaving Main Street, we headed over to the Safeway store to pick up on some groceries. We shopped for a few essentials and went to the self checkout lanes. I won't tell you some of the mixed messages the computer/barcode reader/scanner thing and I had, but with a little help from the self checkout attendant, nobody was hurt and we headed back home. I won't even get into all the mixed messages I received from the attractive women in the grocery store!

We ended our day out with a movie, but before that, Miki suggested we go by Dairy Queen and get a little Blizzard snack to tide us over until afterwards. I am all about supporting her, what was I to do... debate the resulting effects on our bodies by ingesting such crap? She got a mini Butterfinger Blizzard and I ordered a small Snickers. It was all I could do to finish it (HA!), knowing what it was doing to my insides. The man that took our order, must have also been the manager or acting as one, as he was putting our Blizzards together he was having a conversation with a young man about working a particular shift. They were giving mixed messages to each other about the scheduling. The young man was wanting off a certain day, while still wanting to keep his job, while the manger was saying okay, but asking the boy how badly he wanted to keep this job...I got confused and was happy our Blizzards suffered no ill effects from those mixed messages and we left content.

I understood Miki's attraction here, "Buy One Get One for $.99...
who can turn that down?

If you have followed the Jason Bourne series of movies, we went to see The Bourne Legacy...awesome! But talk about mixed messages!

I am glad we are home where no one else can send me a mixed signal today. I was just dizzy from it all today. I didn't even include messages I received while driving, on email (when I sent an email to one person, while meaning to send it to another...oops), or from the dogs. At least Miki and I never send each other any mixed messages...oh, wait a minute...

No mixed message here. Good thing Tuck was upstairs
snoozing away.

Did I mention in one or all of the last few postings that the fall colors here from the aspen and other deciduous varieties are spec-tac-u-lar? Well they are.