Fishing is one of the fun activities at the lake. Peter is not a big fan (he'd rather take a book and watch the sunset) but he went out with his Dad and Claudia to see what Claudia could catch - a pretty good sized rock bass for the lake. She reeled it in herself on her Diego fishing pole. They were using grub worms for bait and she befriended one of them - carried it into the cabin asking Gralu for a jar to keep it in - and named it "80" because there were 80 grub worms. She carried it back and forth between the cabins everyday. She was okay with leaving it with Gralu and Grandpa for the rest of the summer, but only after I told her repeatedly that we wouldn't be able to take 80 onto the plane back to San Jose.
On my first fishing outing for this visit, I got lucky and brought in 4 large mouth bass. Peter's dad caught 3. Here I am holding one of the two stringers. I didn't catch all 5 of these; just 3 and one of my other ones is on the other stringer. But look at the size of the big one! That was mine!
I kept saying he looked like a shark. Boy did he make we work at getting him in the boat! Coming back to the cabin that night was bittersweet. Everyone else (except Gralu and Claudia, Juliet and her cousins) went to see a movie. So there were no fellow fisherpeople there to see them in person and ooh and ah. :-)
This is Claudia:
It might be hard to see the similarities here since they have different facial expressions, but as I'm going thru and scrapbooking Claudia's first year (yes I'm 4 years behind), sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm looking at Claudia and not Juliet. And seeing older baby pictures of Claudia makes me feel like I'm fast forwarding to Juliet. It's weird.
