I ran into a friend of mine on the road the other morning. We had one of those movie scene gravel road conversations. You know, the ones where they block traffic in both directions so characters can talk about the weather, life, etc...

Anyways, during that road blocking conversation, my friend proposed a fishing trip for the next day. They alleged that the White Bass were running, and that we needed to go catch some. I accepted their offer for a Sunday afternoon adventure, and went about my Saturday. I worked, in case you were curious. The reduced number of employees discussed in my last post Hiring has me working too many Saturdays recently.

I very recently stumbled across the term microadventures during one of my internet rabbit hole dives, and I instantly fell in love with the concept.

If you're not familiar with the term, a microadventure is, according to the coiner of the term, Alastair Humphreys, “an adventure that is short, simple, local, cheap – yet still fun, exciting, challenging, refreshing, and rewarding.”

The family and I have had a few microadventures since stumbling across this term, but I wanted to write about our most recent one that took place in our very own backyard. We didn't even have to get in the car and go somewhere! That's how cool microadventures are.