The Road to Deckers

The first year we lived in Colorado Dar and Sean came out for the first weekend in October. On that Saturday, the guys went golfing. It was a beautiful windy day and I asked Dar what she wanted to do. She said she wanted to go find some cute little local town. The only little town I knew of nearby was Sedalia and it was REALLY little. We drove through it in about 30 seconds and then saw a sign for the town of Deckers, 27 miles away. So we decided we would go there.

After a few miles the road to Deckers became a dirt road. It was a very winding road and a couple of times we thought we would turn back. But the scenery was so beautiful with all the fall colors that we kept on going. We finally got to Deckers, a cute little town, not. A fly fishing outpost is what it was. There was a small store with fishing supplies, a fishing school and a cafe. We ate some lunch and then went to the store and bought a fishing pole. Yes, we did.

The South Platte River is in the middle of town and there weren't even very many fly fishers that day due to the wind. But we set up some chairs I had in the back of the car and baited our rod and waited. Within ten minutes we caught a small trout! We put it in the shopping bag that came with our fishing supplies and tied it to a chair and put it in the river to stay fresh. Twice the wind blew it down river and we had to chase it to get it back. We laughed and laughed and looked like fools. But we knew the guys would never believe we caught anything if we didn't have the proof.

So the first weekend in October I still take the road to Deckers to look at the fall colors. I never go the whole 27 miles though. It's so much closer to home than driving two hours into the mountains. And it reminds me of the fun Dar and I always have when we are together.