Fresh fish on an open fire!
Our Uncle Dave, Grandma and Grandpa joined us...
...for a crackin' good dinner of fish, hot dogs, potatoes and various other snacks:
(Cassie gnoshes on the last of the chip crumbs)
(The lovely chef rustling up some vittles)
But there was a lot that led up to it, of course.
Before tonight's rural cook-out on the site of our future homestead, the Mrs. and I had a really great walk with "The Puff" (our joyful 5-year-old) over to the beautiful Flathead River, less than 1/2 mile from our house. Fishing season wasn't in swing there yet, so we just skipped stones across the river, and Miss Puff decided to try her toes out in the water.
Of course, being swelled with Spring run-off, her toes didn't last long in the frigid water...
Earlier in the day, on our way home from church, we thought this sign was amusing:
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Yesterday, on a tip from my boss (who looks and sounds like Scott Glen)...
Regulations being what they were at the time, we only got to keep 4 rainbow trout, which we cleaned at home...
(The Puff was fascinated by the fine art of cleaning fish)
Here are the "catches", as they happened:
(Caleb actually caught three, but had to throw two back)
Now I know the flow of these events is a little confusing. That's what happens when bloggers have much to cram into what little time they have left, at the end of a fun-filled weekend, before they pass out on the keyboard from sheer and blissful exhaustion! We hope you had a good one, too.
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