This weekend was opening day for fishing season so the -got to catch something hairy or scaly- alarm was going off in Cody. He was going to just take the oldest 2 kids but somehow (Cody bugging me like it was Christmas morning) I got woken up at 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday. I wasn't planning on going so you can imagine how I was reacting but I threw on a hat and we were off to the lake. It was over 70 when we left but it was -3 when we got up there so the girls and I wanted to go after 5 min. Cody gave us a "just wait until you catch one" pep talk and set Ashlyn up. Right after he cast her line she caught the first trout. She was so proud but didn't want to be anywhere near it. It was Mary's turn so Cody cast one out for her and she caught one within 2 min. She was so excited because this was her first fish ever but still didn't want to touch it and was making some pretty cute disgusted faces at the fish.
Jeremy couldn't wait for his turn so while he was prepping for the big catch the girls and I went to pick wildflowers. When we came back Jeremy told me all about the dozen fish that nibbled and stole his bait but still no luck. He didn't end up with a single fish, poor guy. He does have some pretty great stories about the one that was on his line and gave him a big fight but then got away. We left the lake and spent the entire day shooting and mushroom picking and just had a great (filthy) time in the mountains. I'm not grizzly adams and will never be so that was just about all the dirt and possibility of ticks I could handle this year, so don't expect me to camp anytime soon (hint hint dad!). Here are some pictures of the kids from the lake. Jeremy has been "posing" himself for pictures lately as well as wearing this great mountain hat so here they are in all their glory!

