This is what the first few hours looked like. Chuck assembling all the fishing poles.
Chuck teaching the kids how to hold the rod, add the bait and lure or whatever.
And how to cast so as not to hook another human or tree. Notice our lovely pile of stuff placed so precariously close to the water's edge.
Meanwhile, since I didn't have a lovely camping chair to sit in, I decided to put these little babies up. Thank God Chuck remembered our hiking backpacks. There's always a place to hang a hammock and I feel as though I found the perfect place.
From my picturesque perch, I was able to document this whole fiasco event. It did require that I step in the ice cold snow-melt runoff that is the Cache la Poudre River, but I was ok with that. I've walked the Narrows in the Virgin River before, I'm ok with numb feet. It's a small price to pay for fun and beauty.
While Chuck and the kids were busy I found all sorts of beauty around me.
Flowers pop up in the most unexpected places.
The butterflies were abundant and unafraid of the camera.
One of the hammocks was supposed to be for Chloe, but she found a better perch.
Bennett only had to cut his line one time and only lost his hook once. Chloe, however, expertly got her line stuck in a tree. That one took some time to rescue.
Alas, Chuck doing what he envisioned - fishing in the river. He finally got a chance to cast his line and he was happy. We didn't see one solitary fish this entire time, nor did we catch any. But that's ok. We came for the experience and we got that in spades.
