Every year, it is a family tradition to go up to the white mountains to go camping and fishing. The tradition has died a bit, but we still try and go every year. This year Mr. Chris tagged along for the fun.... and oh did he have fun :)
It was a bit stormy when we drove up, but it was beautiful!
We even bot a bit of fog... a rare treat for us Arizona people...
Mr. Husband wasn't much of fisher, but we turned him in to one by the end of the trip. I think he finally found out that not all fish have spikes on them and hit you in the face when you pull them out of the water :)
Dad fishing :)
Chris's first "Un spikey" Fish. The fish's name is Spike.
We ended up catching 11 fish altogether...
From left to right: Sally, Frank, Curly, Big Fish, Spike, Twinkle, Ethel, Jimbo, Sammy and Spock.
Chris's first time cleaning a fish.... you can't see the excitement on his face, but I know he was super happy :)
We were right next to a bald eagle preserve, and we were able to get a glimpse of a few of them.