Gone Fishing

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, so Ethan and I went camping up in the mountains beside a small, perfect lake (secret lake) stocked with plenty of fish (not telling anyone where it is). We had a fine time, hiking the back trails and discovering a high waterfall with little pools beside it, then getting to a great campsite and eating hot dogs cooked on the tiniest gas stove imaginable.

Best part of the trip – Ethan catching a trout using a padlock key as a spinner.

We got back home this evening with plenty of time to unpack and put away our kit properly, dry out our damp sleeping bags and tent and we’ll still try to make it to the frog hole so Ethan can get some tadpoles with which to amaze his teacher.

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Michael Pearce is an artist, writer, and professor of art. He is the author of "Art in the Age of Emergence."
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1 Response to Gone Fishing

  1. deb says:

    How true this is, looking forward with great anticipation to our an annual all girls backpacking trip memorial day weekend!! A glorious weekend living out of a pack with nothing to do but relax and enjoy each other’s company! Yipee!!

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