|Wayne and I at the undisclosed beaver pond.|
|The light on the beaver pond at mid-day.|
We left the fish with Mick who was going to smoke them.
And we almost left Peaches at the pond because her hearing has gotten so bad that she was sleeping when we started to leave and was unaware we were packing up.
|Mick moved over to another edge for a better cast.|
|Lily pads probably make nice shade for the fish.|
Before we headed out on this trip, I bought myself a fishing pole and got to use it for the first time. I only caught one fish, about 8 inches, but Wayne caught at least six. Lisa caught a couple, too. Mick spent so much time putting worms and bobbers on my pole and Lisa's that he was way behind in the totals.
There was a lot of brotherly rivalry about the achievements and plenty of ribbing making it a fun day.
Along the way back, we saw some interesting mushrooms and some moose droppings. I kidded Wayne that perhaps that was as close as he was going to get to a moose this trip.
|Wayne is pointing to the pile of moose droppings.|
It was an interesting drive from the secret pond to the very un-secret Priest Lake, a huge body of water in the northernmost corner of Idaho, bigger than Lake Coeur D'Alene. But the filtering in the sky did not set the lake off to its best colors. Still it was impressive.
Another day we might have the chance to see it as the real jewel it is of the Northwest.
|Priest Lake from the eastern side; miles and miles of waterline.|