As I was 'walking' the trash to the trash bin I thought of my first fly fishing trip w/my dad in Montana in 2005. It was a memorable one for many reasons. We were floating down the Big Hole River and I got out and ventured into the open water w/my new waders and gear. Seems the current got the best of me and I fell in up to my neck. Our guide was nice enough to let me borrow his big waders and coat. Of course, I had to find a big tree to change behind. I still remember to this day laughing. I mean, come on, how many people fall in the Big Hole river fly fishing. When I climbed back into the float, Al the guide said, "Cowboy up Tami." Right now......it's 'cowboy up' time, except it's not a river anymore......it's all of life.