Gwen pointing to the sheep.
Pigs taking a siesta.
We rented a fishing pole and they give you real worms. It was fun until we caught a fish and Ben couldn't get the hook out for several minutes. We felt kind of sad to be scraping the inside of that fish. I think I'm no longer country. I've gone soft.
Here was my fine catch. I don't even think it would make a fish stick.
With a cow.
We saw the cutest little Indian popping her head out of the tee pee.
She is a rare light skinned Indian. :)
1 comment:
Gwen does make a cute indian!! How fun :) You know, when you said your catch wouldn't make a fish stick, I was confused because I thought stick was a verb and then I thought you were talking about your pole (because it looked like a stick)...and then it dawned on me - a fish stick!
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