Here's Uncle Julian holding his radio.
Then that night we went to a DC United soccer game with our good friends Ben and Diana. The game was good, not great. It was a 0-0 tie, which is sort of a bummer, but it was still fun.
Here's Uncle Julian holding his radio.
Then that night we went to a DC United soccer game with our good friends Ben and Diana. The game was good, not great. It was a 0-0 tie, which is sort of a bummer, but it was still fun.
The next day, after ruining one pot trying to cook cinnamon rolls, we headed off for a spot that we were sure was going to be good fishing, because Paul had read about it in a hiking guide (note the foreshadowing). This is what we saw one the way:
We had a lot of fun in that COLD mountain lake water, but we decided we'd give one more lake a try the next day. That night, and I wish I'd taken a picture, Andy lit his chest hair on fire - on purpose. It was a controlled burn, to "trim things up," and yes, it was hilarious.
The next day though, we hiked to a place called fish hatchery lake, and sure enough, there were plenty of fish there, here's what it looked like that night, and then the next morning as we were packing up:
Kendal was the big fisherman, and caught a lot of our fish (and so did Andy) so we ate pretty well. If it was that, it was tuna or bagels or something else tasty, so while we were "roughing it" it wasn't so bad. Honestly, I'm excited to do it again sometime.