Yesterday was a holiday here in Utah and to celebrate our pioneer heritage, we went fishing and “camping”! I say “camping” because we didn’t spend the night or anything. Just played at the campsite and cooked yummy food over the fire. We had a marvelous time! Thank you Grandma and Grandpa Haymond for hosting us and making it happen!
The reservoir at Mill Hollow where we spent the day. Isn't it gorgeous?
Amelie was in love with the worms brought for bait. The fact that we were putting them on hooks for fish to eat didn't seem to bother her, though.
Daddy teaching Amelie the ropes. She turned out to be a natural and practiced her casting until she was able to cast way out into the lake.
Grandma Brenda mentoring Calder. He enjoyed casting and trying to figure it all out.
My two fishermen--fisherpersons? You couldn't have asked for a nicer day.
Easton giving his secret sign. You'll have to ask him what it means. I'm not allowed to tell.
Daddy caught a fish. Bryce actually loves to eat fresh fish, so after we had wrapped up the fishing for the day, he cleaned the fish (I don't think I even want to know what that entails. Or entrails, for that matter.), and grilled them up.
And then the most exciting part of the day--Calder caught a fish! Here he is holding his netted prize. It was like a little miracle.
Easton could care less about fishing. All he wanted to do was get in the water.
Exploring our campsite.
Sitting pretty while Aunt Michelle did all the hard work of building the fire.
Our campsite was a children's paradise. I tried to be open minded about Calder's adventure schemes, but some of it was just too high and scary for this mama's nerves.
One last one of my cute fisherman. It was really a wonderful day.