Fishing at Bass Lake
After a long, full Saturday’s work . . . we ditched it all and went fishing.
Daddy was the captain of the little fishing boat on the tiny lake we call Bass Lake.
Boys. Mountains. Fishing poles.
I think it’s beautiful!
It was pretty chilly there, especially as the sun kept dropping farther behind the mountains.
Must have been a big fish!
Or else we had just gotten the picnic supper out . . . either way, he was a happy baby.
This old cabin probably has many stories it could tell.
Second fishing team went out. By this time we were getting cold.
Mr. Fat Squishy and I were the cheerleader team.
Plus we ate Nutella. We liked our job.
Trying out his fly rod again!
Sun was setting, temperatures were dropping, and it was beautiful!