One Saturday morning, not too long ago, we loaded up the car at o-dark-thirty, and headed for the water. After a long drive, which was much longer than it needed to be, but that’s an entirely different story (suffice it to say that, had we filled the gas tank when Mama suggested it… …oh, we weren’t going to talk about that now…)… …We made it to the fishing spot. It was too late to fish for salmon, but it wasn’t too late to enjoy the scenery.
There was a fabulous bridge.
The water views were stunning.
There were big mountains, not so far away.
There were many more mountains, far off in the distance.
Shhhh! Someone doesn’t have a license! (Phew, fishing is free when you’re nineteen months old, and you have friends who own a boat.)
Look! We’re catching crab! Who knew one could catch crab with a fishing pole It’s fun!
This boat is kind of scary. It’s a little hard to keep balance.
Sometimes it’s better to just take a nap.
This is even better than driftwood.
Gee, Daddy’s friends have the neato toys, but I don’t know how to drive!
And this thing doesn’t have any seatbelts!
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