We were hearing a lot of things about the young man our daughter met at Seattle Pacific University. She had come home for the summer to earn some money, and it wasn't surprising when she told us that David was coming for a visit. They had a long distance friendship for several years; he traveling in Europe after graduation, she lived in Washington, then he came back to university in New York and she returned to Canada. His home was in southern Washington, and he had never been to our area of Canada, and we were quite sure he wasn't coming to experience the weather or take sightseeing trips to the mountains.

When he arrived, we wondered why he was so fascinated by our location and the view of the river valley, repeatedly referring to the river as the 'blue ribbon Bow'. When we asked why he gave it that name, he explained that he had read about it in his father's Fly Fishing magazines since he was a small boy. Along with his father and older brother, they hoped that someday they would have the bragging rights to show their friends that they had caught at least one trout in the Bow.

Being that we had no leanings toward fishing (we rarely even ate fish because we live in beef-raising country), we did some phoning to friends who may be willing to take our visitor for a day of fly fishing. A friend from our church was pleased to have a fishing companion for a day, and even rented a fly fishing river boat. We made 'big points' with our future son-in-law that day! He was well-equipped for the experience... Camera, measuring tape, a borrowed fishing rod and slicker, in case it rained, and a huge smile on his face.

One more thing we learned about this fine young man... He is FORGETFUL! The day he was returning home, he realized, when they arrived at the airport which is 45 miles from our home, he had left his ticket in our guest room. That's another story!