“Get me out of this stinkin’ fresh air!” (not really)
We camp because we fish and we fish because we camp. Yes, it’s that logical. Just today, I found a long forgotten suitcase containing the remaining cloths from our trip to Fish Lake. I was positive before finding this bag that I had once had more cloths. I was correct in my thinking only this collection still harbored the smell of campfire smoke, fish, and something like mint Rolaids, I think. We had a great trip and after a day and a half I think we finally acclimated to the 8,500-ish foot elevation. Good times! Thanks dad for organizing this trip for us all!
Lots of waiting and chanting of “here fishy-fishy-fishy-fishy” in subdued yet hypnotic tones.