Our Lake

It was our first family outing to the lake this summer.

We got to share it with two aunties, two uncles,
and all the cousins on momma's side.

 

  

We call it "ours" because it's nestled in the mountains with us.  

A neighbor owns it and maintains its use 

for those who love it.

We love it.

Kettle Corn and Camo and chubby fingers.

Uncle plays with his baby,

I play with my camera.

My own fishing career ended
when I hooked the best catch of my life!

I didn't realize this handsome catch would accumulate such darling interest :-)

Two lovely girls and a newly hatched dragonfly.

My "serious" fisherman.

This winter...

...He practiced casting out in the snow.

This one fishes too.

So far he's been one of the more successful sportsmen.

 

Seeing things for the first time.

Taking it ALL in.

Mesmerized.

Lily leaves may make a good lunch for a moose

but they make great sun parasols for tiny girls!

The smallest fisherman and his admirer.

Thinking deep thoughts about the next time.

"How I'm gonna hook the big one.

What he wants to eat.

Worms or grasshoppers.

Shore or boat.

Morning or evening."

It's a game of skill he's certain to win...

...a fella has to be smarter than the fish though!

Don't go anywhere O' lake of ours.

We'll soon be back.