Our lone fishing poles sat for two days with only one bite...
One baby bass. (Good looking fisherman though)
On to bigger and better -- Sun Lakes!
Our fishing poles were not lonely here. A fish every few minutes.
I cast out my own line and caught it myself.
Cleaning a batch of fish at the new cleaning station.
Sun/wind burned face. Red lips you say? Dad drank a red pop and it was quite embarrassing til the color wore off!
New docks.
Kids swimming area.
Back home with the moon over Yakima.
It's good to be home!
