Saturday morning I made my way 30 minutes out from camp. Three mountains and a couple streams later and I arrived at my favorite go-to fishing spot. With the temperatures warming up and the water flowing at a more appropriate level...I wondered what my night crawlers might lure to my line? Following the current past several boulders the size of VW bugs and into the depths of pools filled with woody debris I was richly rewarded. Twelve rainbow trout, 3 rock bass and two small mouth later...I called it a good morning (now a warm and sunny afternoon) and headed back to rejoin the family.
Later that evening, the Gricars showed up and we ventured to one of our favorite re-opened and under new ownership taverns only to find it hot, humid and slow to serve. We were disappointed, but at the same time realized that with every new business opportunity, working the bugs out is part of the labor of love. The remodel inside is a definite upgrade to the old look. Once they get the kitchen dialed in and the AC dialed down, I believe the place will be everything it once was and more.
We got back to camp after visiting another tavern and eating way to much food around 11:30-ish and by midnight I was passed out in the zero gravity chair snoring away. We had high hopes of enjoying ourselves around the firelight, but that never happened!
Promptly, I'm told, at 12:30...the rains rolled in and did their thing all night long. We woke to a steady sprinkle, packed up camp in the rain and headed out. Once we traveled and hour north of camp, the weather switch to sunny and dry!
Here's some photos to balance the endless narrative:
Mud on the tires and a trailer loaded with the most traveled bricks in America!
Perkins' special, $0.70 more for a desert when ordered with a beverage...SURE! Apple pie, Hello - Goodbye!
