As might be expected, we are not going down to the Kenai without doing a little dip netting. It must be done. I'm excited that Amelia is 'old enough' to go down onto the beach with the ladies. It was relatively calm this year, and the beaches were 'clean'ish. Despite all this, Amelia was very upset that she was not able to go into the water to hold the net. Mom and Gramma are up to their armpits (literally), so I'm not sure what the little pixie thinks she's going to accomplish, but she was going to yip until she got her way!
A bucket and shovel, and she was happy as a little clam. On the way down, I'd given her a 'lecture'/tease that she was not to talk or flirt with any boys that she met down there; last year she made friends with a group of shirtless five and six year olds. Well, at least she has good taste . . . . There was a boy her age who's group was fishing next to us, and I asked her why she wasn't playing with him. Apparently, for the first time ever she actually listened and said it was because I told her she wasn't allowed to talk to boys. After bequeathing my permission, they were good to go. Picking fish carcasses, bludgeoning things, play with blood, etc.
Yeah for Gramma!
Check out Auntie Marilyn! Being an out-of-stater, she is not allowed in the water so she was the official snipper.
And Amelia was the official bonker. She's very good, by the way.
A little hot chocolate break.
Hey, Amelia! Hold still so I can get a picture . . . . .
Seriously? One more.
Her face is covered in blood, sand, hot chocolate, and salt. Daddy was might bit proud.
Gramma waits until we get to the top to inform us that each of her boots weights ten pounds as they are still full of water. So, upside she went!
After the beach, I'd like to say that it was then time for the real work to begin, but I'll be honest - it's all work! Uncle Randy whipped out his filet knife, and the assembly line began.
We'd done good! Nobody every actually counted, but we got like thirty fish? They went the next day, and caught like sixty. It was a good year. Gramma was very tired.
"Hey, Amelia - do you want to try the eyeball?"
"Sure! But maybe we can try it together?"
Then she just proceeded to smoosh the be-jeebies out of it. Totally fascinated, she was.
And while we were processing fish, the men were out 'prospecting' for nuggets. This is an age-old friend of Grampa's who owns a rock hounding shop. Methinks he's been rockhounding too long . . . . .
But it made them feel good to hold this much weight in their hands!
(P.S. - notice the horns! ha ha! Silly Grampa.)
This nugget is worth $30k-ish.
And here you are, folks - the singular picture that was taken of Mommy on the entire week long trip. I did not receive quite the height coverage that I have in the past years.
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