Each time I have an opportunity to go home to Vermont, I try to have a day of sibling bonding with my brother, Green Mountain Man. We’ve gone canoeing, fishing, hiking, summit the highest peak in Vermont (Mount Mansfield), traveled back country roads and just plain gotten silly. It’s one of the best times.

This past August, we spent the morning out on Fairfield Pond. Talk about a gorgeous morning! The water was calm and clear, the scenery breathtaking (as usual), and we had few guests. The most annoying one being this guy who kept landing on my shirt.

Our other guests looked like this…

More so, we paddled around…
…checked out the camps…
…wished I owned a camp…
…took photos of the camps…
…and wished I owned a camp.
Did I mention I’d really like to have a camp on a lake? Maybe someday. This may be my spot.

All along, we were fishin’! I love to fish. If you ask my brother, he’ll tell you I don’t know how to fish. I’m impatient or I yank too hard and pull the hook right of the fish’s mouth. I mean, I guess I just have unbearable strength, right?
At one point, Green Mountain Man had hooked a good one for me and when I went to reel it in I knew it hadn’t been a little tiny fish like we had been catching (see above). So I’m reeling it in, Green Mountain Man goes to grab the net and then that darn fish jumped and unhooked himself. Gasp! The disappointment! It’s all good though because they were biting left and right and although a little on the smaller side, it’s the fun of being out there!

Sometimes the best getaway is to go fishin’!

Seriously, the morning was perfect. Why would you want to be anywhere else?