Fish Lake troll

Two days of our Fish Lake trip were actually spent on the lake, trolling for fish. Well, a few hours off and on, at least. With 2 kids, you can't spend hours on end out there. Plus, any of you that know me well know that my bladder is teeny-tiny. Not being able to pee off the side of the boat or anything, I get to improvise. Lat year, I used an empty Gatorade bottle. This year, I used the styrofoam cooler that I had brought to store the fish in. INGENIOUS! I know it's way more information than you want, but too bad! This is the life of a woman on the water. I promise I rinsed it out before putting any fish into it.

Luckily, nothing was sacrificed to the lake this year (i.e. sunglasses, hats, pride, etc.) Ellie and Wade caught the very first fish of the trip and we all took turns from there. For some unknown reason (could've been Ethan's 'watermelon' spinners, the 'pole dancing', fish calling, or just plain 'willing the fish to me'), the fish gods smiled on me the 2nd day we went out. I caught 3 fish that were 15-16 inches long. My dad kept telling me he had 'fish envy', but wouldn't accept credit for any of them (of course, I offered.) Wade loves to eat trout, so he was excited that we brought so many home. I took 'I'll have to cut those one's heads off to fit them in a Ziploc' as a compliment. We had so much fun! When Dad, Nicole and I went out on that second day for about 5 hours, neither of them put sunblock on. I knew they'd harass me if I went back into the cabin to get some. Why did I care?? Of course, they were under the canopy the entire time and never burn anyway. I, on the other hand, scalded my face. One side more than the other, and only from the cheekbone down. I had NO IDEA I was getting burned. Wade had some Chinese burn cream with him that he offered to me, which helped tons. Unfortunately, it smelled horrible. My eyes would water over and over while I was wearing it, so I finally stuck wads of tissue up my nose. I walked over by Ethan with it on and he gagged and asked me to 'please not get so close'. Come to think of it, Mason threw up that night after I picked him up. Seriously, this stuff smells worse than death!! Regardless, it made the redness and pain better. Thanks, Wade! I'm already peeling from my stupidity!

I wasn't comfortable with Mason going out on the boat, since he'd just want to crawl around anyway. Mom was gracious enough to watch him while I went out. THANKS!