NOW- I am no outdoors-y kinda girl and Jason knew that fair and square when we got married. But I am willing to go on a small fishing or small camping trip every now and again (and by that I mean about once a year). So when J suggested that we go fishing and that he had the "perfect" spot... "right off of the road"...where it would be "fine" to wear my flip-flops, I thought what the heck!
Needless to say it wasn't quite what I imagined! We drove up to a place called Coalville, which was only about a 30 min. drive from our house. When we arrived at the river we had to climb up and down a ladder that was built over a barbed wire fence, then trek down a muddy, grassy path dotted with cow dung and animal bones. This might sound weird but I am one of those people (I hope there are others out there besides myself) that will walk on the sidewalk even if it means taking a longer route- I don't know why I do it, I just do. So walking in the grass and mud was not ideal! We finally got to the actual river, tried to find a decent spot to fish, unloaded all of our crap and began casting.
Well I was the master at getting my lure stuck in just about anything possible. You name it- tree branches, rocks, grass... so for the first little while J spent A LOT of time rescuing my lure. I felt bad but it was entertaining at the same time to watch him trudge through mud up to his knees! Not long after we got there J just took his shoes off and didn't put them back on the rest of the time. It was a little frustrating at first and I was very tempted to throw a temper tantrum when things just weren't working out, but everything started to look up after I caught my first fish!
Jason-holding my first catch of the day! I wasn't quite brave enough to hold it for a picture but he wanted to make sure you could tell just how big it was! Notice his very muddy feet and legs!
Too bad J and I don't really like to eat fish or else this one would have been a good one to eat! It was weird the feeling of pride I had in the two fish I caught, a part of me wanted to keep the fish and slap them down on the table in front of my dad (who does eat fish) and say EAT! But I was really happy to let them go back into the water where they belong.
Jason with his first catch of the day! Not quite as big as mine I might add!
Jason flicking the eggs off of his shirt-compliments of his first catch of the day! GROSS!
Me with my second catch of the day! I think this one is even bigger than the first! I was more brave this time and held it up next to me.
Jason reeling in his second catch of the day. Unfortunately, just after this video stopped, this stubborn fish snapped Jason's line. So we didn't get a really good picture, and somewhere swimming around in the river is a big fish with an equally big lure stuck in his mouth- sort of like a tongue ring or a lip ring I guess. Maybe all the girl fishies will think its hot....
Tristan and Jason working on his sand...whatever that was supposed to be... a river maybe.
I know, don't we just look B-E-A-utiful? I can't believe some of the things I have done since being married, shooting a gun, wearing an Angels hat... who would have thought! It was a good weekend. Nice to spend time with each other doing new things and nice to spend time with family.
This little man is absolutely my favorite little man ever! He is getting so big and fun! In case you can't tell what his shirt says "If you want FABULOUS look at my aunt". He is referring to me, not to be conf
They spent the majority of their days floating down the river. I went down a few times one of the days but decided to sit it out the next day. It was fun but I'm still just not extremely comfortable in the water- I blame the wierd swim instructor I had when I was little who had white sunscreen all over his nose (as if it works better if you don't rub it in) and would throw us in by our swim suits every day- usually resulting in a major wedgy and water up the nose!
All in all, Girls Camp was a blast despite the dirt and the rain and the whole camping part of it. I forgot how spiritual the last night of Girls Camp can be. It was great to feel that spirit, get to know the YW better, and remember that I am a daughter of a King.
J decided he wanted to ride Cliffhanger first thing. I decided, after seeing how wet people were when they got off, to sit this one out. I am glad that I did! 
My efforts to stay dry that day continued as a torrential downpour came right after we finished eating dinner. We ran to the nearest bowery and waited it out for probably a good 45 minutes. It was pretty entertaining to watch people running for cover. We met up with the Price's, most of their family and a few friends too. 
