The last day that my dad was here, we decided to go up the Canyon and have a picnic near the Poudre River. My dad loves the outdoors so we thought this would be the best way to spend the afternoon.

Here is my dad with all his grandkids. In the back are my sister's kids: Rachel (10), Gary (12), Ben (14), my dad, Sariah (15) who is holding Kelbre (4). In the front is Robby (11) and Aaron (9).

My dad in the Poudre River, about 20 minutes from my house. My dad is Hispanic, having grown up in Spain but Mexican by lineage. I always hated that I didn't get his dark skin. Now everyone knows that I look like my mom who is very white.

Robby decided to take a chance and try to fish the Poudre all by himself, including picking which lure to use. He was the only one that caught anything.

My kids enjoying the river edge.
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