Michael has been trying to turn me into a fisherwoman for years now, and I have never caught anything except a severe case of grumpiness. I always rolled my eyes when he would talk about the bountiful fishing up Ephraim Canyon. Well, I have had to take back all of my eye rolls, because in the two fishing jaunts we took, we caught over thirty fish. It was so much fun! We ate fish for dinner both nights we were there. I got over my fear of sliminess enough to de-hook the fish and throw them back in the river, but I never could quite bring myself to gutting and cleaning. Luckily I have a macho husband who is tender with my weaknesses.
There was a snow patch right near our camp, where we did some intense sledding-in-July. Daniel and I have matching bruises on our tooshies where we landed on a sharp rock at the bottom of the snow. Ouch! Everyone got a good laugh out of that. We also enjoyed some fun crafts and activities including treasure hunts, rockets, face painting, movies, cooking, and of course, fires!


