Uncle Scotty Karate and his family own a heavenly piece of the land, giving us a parking spot and a boat, always waiting. For so many years Joe has brought me here...first just the two of us, then a toddler done up is sunglasses and life jacket in tow. Without fail she always gets the first catch on her Dora the Explorer rod, yelling excitedly "bobber down!!". Usually a small little crappie, known affectionately as "John Sniff." (When Coco was little she called all the little fish that we caught John Sniff (John Smith in toddler talk...she was watching a lot of Pocahontas in those days, don't judge)).
Each time we go out, I am astonished that we are the only people on the lake. Pure, unadulterated, quiet. Cranes and ducks flying overhead, little turtles peeking their heads out of the water...magic. A few snacks on the boat, because fishing makes you hungry. But really, this post is about the pictures, so let's get on with it already!
That's my girl - Never one to miss an opportunity to pose.
This is always my view heading out into the lake (Exception: The summer that I was training for the triathlon, Joe would make me row out to the other side of the lake, jump off, and swim back. True story.)
Reelin' it in!!
:( Only a John Sniff.
Uterus cloud on the horizon. I'm never one to pass up on a good fertility omen!
And here's to a summer full of fishing and fertility!
