oh, photos of a fishing trip

t.c., m.c., and john

This trip extended only to the dock.

Last year we didn't even buy a fishing license. There was no fishing.

But this year we got it done. Joe helped the guys fry fish for supper last night. He knows how to cook it just right, crisp, light, tender, delicious.

Sam was especially fascinated with the whole thing, right on Julia's back watching.





Here's l.c. showing us how it's done.

b.g. was fascinated.

I'm not sure if he ever actually touched this fish or not, but he was happy to be outside, stomping around in the cool, damp air.


Here's m.c., an elegant little fisher-woman, in her ballerina flats and flowered gloves.

Oh gosh, a fish.


Here's Tim, a quick picture with a fish that kept getting away.


Oh, all in all, not a bad Sunday night. love, Val