"Fishing" (Not "Catching")

So Miss G and I managed to drag ourselves from our viper pit of blankets and germs, and join the others in a wee fishing expedition.

Ah! You know what I always say... Sparkly snow: nature's stripper dust.

Miss G is a very attentive fishing assistant.

While we were on the river, this mad sorceress happened along the bank, waving her birch branches around, babbling about eye of newt and casting spells on the fishermen.

No, not really. That's Carolyn. ;)

My in-laws' youngest son... In the middle of the Salmon...

No fish were harmed in the shooting of these blog pix. Nor in the ingestion of any dinner. But the retirees got some nice sittin-on-the-edge-of-the-river fishin' time in. Hmph. Blasted retirees with their wealth of sittin-on-the-edge-of-the-river fishin' time. Hmph.

Monday morning, they headed back over the Blue Mountains. Au revoir, in-laws! Thanks for the visit!