In which we see Daddy and the Peeper attempting to outwit that most cunning of the piscine race: the Trout. Which, in the interest of capturing short three-year-old attention spans, has been confined to a tiny man-made pond with about a zillion others and kept hungry so as to bite on damn near anything.
It works, by the way. The Peep hooked a 15-inch trout in about ten seconds, after which he scampered away in circles rather than land the thing. And later had as much fun racing around the trout ponds trying to fall in as he did in the actual fishing...
All in a fun Labor Day's activities along the Sandy River canyon. We then continued on to Timberline Lodge, where the little rascal proceeded to zip around the scree slopes far in advance of his puffing Mommy and Daddy. Had we been a family of chamois it is reassuring to know that both of us would have fallen to predators long before our progeny.
The only predictable thing about the entertainment of toddlers is that they will often ignore that which you think is delightful and delight in that which you'd ignore...
Anyway, we're all back in harness; Daddy perstering contractors in Corvallis, Mommy obsessing over adoption weblogs (a big bon voyage to Karen over at the Naked Ovary for her trip to China to finally meet the little Maya she and Random have been waiting for all this time) and the Peeper playing in the dirt and discovering new things to shout "No! Mommy! I don't like it!" about.
Back later in the week with more "Best of North Portland" stuff...
2 comments:
I can just hear my husband making his "Ooo-oh" sound as he views that pic of you and Peeper. He's out of town, but your blog is bookmarked. His "ooo-oh" sound is reserved for when he sees something adorable. And boy oh boy, he will be able to relate to that picture; he talks often about taking our daughter(s) fishing and out in the kayak with him. Swimming lessons a.s.a.p. for the Girl. Peeper is darling! Thanks for posting pictures.
That looks like a fun day!
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