Gawn Fishin'

Just some rambling recollections from a great weekend; meandering streams, s'mores, great sunsets, lots of trout, sunburns, coffee from a french press, seeing the Milky Way, bacon on a campfire, chilly mornings, catching the big one, coyote serenade in the evening, fish smell on your hands, undoing snarls in your reel, cream sodas for son, pale ale for dad, trout cooked on a smoky fire, big frogs, Sierra wind, the cry of I've got one!, a good hot shower, holding up a stringer of fish, farting (sorry, it's a boy's weekend), watching the Perseid Meteor shower, the boy sleeping nearly the entire 5 hour trip home, getting pounced on by the dogs at home and kissed by mom.

The photo's are from the Owens River Campground. There was a massive wildfire in Santa Barbara that blew smoke across the entire Sierra Mountain range, where it settled in the Owens Valley. You could hardly see the mountains 5 miles away, but it did make for some amazing sunsets.