|Hiking to the far beach to get in some fishing|
For the sake of variety we took a 'shortcut' to the beach on an old trail that cuts behind the entire village connecting the two ends of the town. It's called the 'new trail' but is actually around 100 years old. It crosses a large swamp and once was a built up log and plank road. Today, however, it is more just a boggy trail through a swamp. Thomas, the kids, and Zoya were not very impressed by my shortcut.
|Thomas admires the chicken of the woods|
While Stuey, Thomas and I fished Nora and Zoya read 'Miss Pigglewiggle' at the top of the beach. After we caught a fish Nora and Zoya tried the raw fish eggs. They report that the eggs tasted very salty and 'strong'. Or as Nora puts it, 'ughhhh'.
After fishing we hiked back to camp along the beach. Patrick
|Reading Miss Pigglewiggle at the high tide line|
|Salmon eggs - yummy?|
|Stuey casts for silvers|
|Thomas carrying dinner|