Why do I climb? Where did I learn to tell stories? How did I learn to suffer, and why should you too? Is it in the human genome to want to “move across a landscape and explore?”
I learned from my dad, Mark Rutherford.
Liston to my dad’s story at: http://www.dirtbagdiaries.com/what-we-had and you will know why I am the way I am and do what I do. I have never been more inspired by a story, or proud of a person, or in awe of what gimps and normals can do, then by what you will here in Fitz Cahall’s telling of my dad’s 2010 fly fishing adventure.
fishing together
It made me cry, and will probably make you do the same. Maybe it is cause I know these people. I have been there piggy backing a paraplegic in the rain, so that he can get to the next great rainbow hole. Maybe it is because I have had that anxiety about too much rain, and what to do about it, while standing next to my father. Maybe it is because as my dad tell the story and I can hear the tears in his voice. And maybe it is just this simple; I’m proud to be his daughter.
dad smiles at the rainbow
And sometimes that is so overwhelming it makes me cry…
dad with a mouse fly
If you like it, go check out wildriverfish.com to see how you might be part of these adventures.
my dad and I
Thanks Fitz! Thanks Dad!