I LOVE paid holidays! Don't you? Whoever thought those things up is probably my favorite person ever. I would love to give them a big hug. There hasn't been a paid holiday since New Years. Really? Five months with no break? Not nice. But we made it! Memorial day is always very welcomed at our house. That's typically the first weekend we get to go up to Bear Lake. Now, in case you were wondering, Bear Lake is my favorite place to go on weekends. I love everything about it. I start to get with drawls from it in the winter. Must. Go. To. The. Big. BLUE(ish green)! Bear Lake has always been my second home. I've never missed a summer, and I never intend to. We usually make it up there 2-3 times a month from June to August, and once in May and September. If the water freezes over during the Sisco run (a rare occurrence), there maybe a winter ice fishing trip. Does that seem like a lot? It's not. At least not to me. When I was little we would go up there almost every single weekend in the summer. If my parents had callings at church, it was well known that they would be put on hold during the summer months.
Obviously we made it up there this last weekend. And, boy oh boy, was it cold. We did our best to do the things we would do if it was warm. We did some shooting, played a never ending game of horse shoes (never ending because we couldn't get more than 2 points and were playing to 5. Ended up calling it at 4.), and went fishing. Aaron has been looking forward to fishing up there since last summer when he snagged a huge fish, but it got away. We were determined, we had to go fishing. We have previously just been using Aaron's parents fishing poles since they are rarely used otherwise. We decided it was finally time to get our own. We have been planning on doing this for years, but it hasn't happened yet. I'm very happy with my new, and first pole. It's a pink Ugly Stick, with a clear end. No it's not ugly, it's actually pretty, the brand is called Ugly Stick.We got on our way and I went to grab our fishing licenses, but they weren't in our glove box where we keep them. We looked everywhere, but to no avail. We couldn't let that stop us though, we drove to Garden City to get new ones. By the time we were done it was windy raining, and cold. We headed back to the cabin. After dinner it seemed to clear up a bit and the sun even came out. We set out to try again. Our normal spot where Aaron lost the fish before was freezing and windy, so we didn't last long. We decided to give it one last try at a new reservoir the guy at the fish shop told us about, it was all the way back in Garden City. We went there, and it was basically just a hole they dug and threw some fish in. It was pretty small and still had dirt piles all over. I ran out to the water, threw my line in, and put on my gloves. By the time I started reeling back in, I had a bite. Yay! It was jut a tiny, little guy, but I was happy. We were going to just put him back, but he swallowed the bait so we had to keep him. There is a 2 catch per person limit there, so that was a little disappointing. Next Aaron caught a pretty little trout, but we put him back. I had another catch a little while later and pulled out this guy:
|No judging how I look.|
He was probably about 2 pounds. Didn't even put up much of a fight. That was a keeper for sure. We decided we were cold enough to call it a day. Went back to the cabin, had a short lived campfire (thanks a lot mother nature), then settled in for the night. We didn't get much sleep cause of the rain, and freezing temps. Next day we had breakfast, and headed back home so we could make it to teach our primary kids. This is what we ran into in the canyon:
|Told ya it was cold|
There was probably about 3" of snow in some parts. Happy start of summer? Boo. We made it home safely though. Later we cooked the fish. They were so tasty, and I don't like fish. Tastes better when you catch your meal I guess. We spent the rest of the day catching up on much needed sleep. Even Willis was pooped. He didn't like the thin walls and the cabin, and kept barking at my dad's snores and farts through the night. The next day we went out and bought me one of these:
|Isn't she pretty!|
That was our long weekend. Bet it was cooler than yours! ;)