Wednesday, August 17, 2016
My humans move me
from the big house that moves to the little house that moves, then back, then
forth. Don't they get it? I don't want to be bothered. I will fix them. Next time they move me into the big house
that moves, I will hide under the bed where they can't get me. Ha!
They saw me and left! I fixed
them... Wait, the big house is
moving! I don't think I like this!
What's that smell?
Could it be? Fresh air? The clouds are not orange! The wind has shifted! No forest fire here! YAY!
The creek at our campsite is too rapid for fishing so we decided to hike
back to the hot creek. Spouse availed
himself of the bathhouse, while I just hiked around. Spouse totally enjoyed his soak.
We got back to Hannah and readied her. It is only 40 miles to Stanley... if we make
it that far. From this point on, we know
there are a whole lot of tiny campgrounds that have fishing holes. We make it a grand total of maybe 20 miles
before we turned into the Bull Trout Campground. Down the dirt road for about 2 miles, there
are small lakes along the way. At the
campground itself, there are a couple of lakes and we are the ONLY ones
here. We see that there are reservations
on some of the sites for the weekend, so we know people really do come
here, but for now, we own the place and
pick a huge site by a dock on the lake.
It is early afternoon, too early to fish, so we get the
bikes and ride around. There was a sign
that said there was no turnaround for RVs so we thought we would check it
out. The road goes around more campsites
that hug another lake. It is absolutely
beautiful. We see one tent, but no
people. It is deserted here! We tried to talk to the camp host. Their site is all set up but there was nobody
there. TWILIGHT ZONE!
It is kind of cloudy, so I am thinking that the fish might
think it is dusk. So, I get my pole and
proceed to totally entangle myself in fishing line. Ok, let's try this again. Got it... I am trying a lure. Spouse readies a pole with bait and off we
go. I am on the dock, and Spouse is on
the shore. We cast, we cast, we
cast. Spouse lost his bait and figured
he would fish later. I kept on...
until... I CAUGHT ONE! A rainbow
trout! SPOUSE!!!! Come get it!
Guess what I had for dinner... Of
course, Spouse cleaned it and he cooked it for me... I am a bit wimpish...
I got a few more hits then it started to rain and I came
back to Hannah. Then the thunder
started. OOOOH, I love
thunderstorms. And it is raining!
Then the oddest thing happened. The people from the other campground - with
their own lake - came over to fish OUR lake!
On OUR dock! Really? What is that all about? Since they were catching fish with bait, I
thought I would switch over.
Ok, so here it goes...
first tie the swivel on. Wrap the
line at least 7 times. Yes, that tiny,
thin, clear line... wrap it once, twice, thrice - get off my finger you
mosquito! You and your kind have been
attacking me no end! How many times did
I wrap? Again, again... is that
enough? Better do a few more, now
pull. Wow, that is tough. Now tie the leader on, which is even thinner
line... Then the hook... oops, got my
finger... oops, it is in my shirt! I
caught myself! I think you get the
picture. An experienced angler I am
not! But I got the job done. We both went back out. I got a few hits, but didn't land them, and
Spouse caught one. I did catch a
log. It ate my hook. Time to quit for the night.
The foreigners told us the reason why the campground is
deserted is due to the wildfire. I
found it odd, as we lit a fire in the firepit, that we were overwhelmed with
smoke on the way over here, and now we are intentionally lighting a fire so we
can enjoy the smoke and smell and warmth.
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