|Mummy Mountain, 11,527 feet above sea level, from Cold Creek Road|
This budget cycle we have been using a series of council meetings and briefings to expand their knowledge and understanding of some overarching, long-term budget issues. A small bond offering for a state mandated project and several bond rater calls also kept my schedule hopping a little. In the middle of all that, we moved from our old city hall to our new one, which brought its own time demands.
Then there were unusual tax return issues besides my own and my older sons. Like a family limited partnership 1065 return that needed to be closed out and filed (needed that K-1 for my returns), as well as my uncle for whom I’ve been preparing his return to save him a little money, but more importantly give him some peace of mind.
Home life has been busy, too, as the adoption process continues with our foster daughter nearing its inevitable conclusion. Recently there have been family illnesses and stresses that change priorities, alter plans.
But this morning, after a string of sixty-three fishless days (I know, I know… you feel really awful about that), I was able to fish for a little more than 100 minutes on the best urban fishing pond in Clark County, the Cold Creek pond.
|Typical sleek, silvery trout from February stocking|
|CFO Kerry casting to the rainbow trout of Cold Creek|
|Playing my trout with Kerry in background|
|All trout were caught (and released) on this beaded nymph|
|Prettiest trout of the day, although not the largest|