Poor weather can, on occasion, make for fine photography. Today’s specimen is a picture from yesterday evening, approaching one bay where bass are often found in years other than this one. It was a brief window between rain showers and fog was settling down over the forest and the lake. When that happens, all sounds become muted, as if cotton candy had been stuffed into your ears. At a time like that, it’s not hard to imagine the various sounds from the forest as all being caused by hulking creatures ready to pounce at any moment. Fortunately, no monsters were sighted and everyone returned relatively in one piece. (Total bass caught after four days: Zero.)
When you’re busy not catching a single fish for dinner, the family will have to find other ways to feed themselves. To the left you will find another of my nephews, Riley by name, solving the problem in a new way. The kids are fond of the old smores treat, where you put chocolate and a freshly toasted marshmallow between two crackers and melt the whole thing down a bit. This is done regularly at our camp fire on the point. Somebody brought along a bag of massive, over-sized marshmallows and I made the mistake of opining that nobody could get a treat that size into their mouths. Never one to shrink from a challenge, the kid did his best. Thankfully, I’m not responsible for cleaning either him or his clothing.