“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.

I meant to have more pictures but after the second day I just kept forgetting to bring it.  Sorry, we just need more photo documenters in the family.