Our first full day camping, we decided to go fishing. John got a fishing license for every single day were were there, and I had one for four days, so at $10 a day, we figured we better try and get our money's worth. We drove up to the the mountain range, so we could hike to our favorite lake, not too far away. It seemed every morning we went up there, there was this beautiful, blue, cloudless sky. Almost every afternoon, the clouds would move in, but usually they were scattered and harmless. The only thing I did to the above photo was put the black border on it. Otherwise, it is completely un-retouched. That was one fantastically blue sky.

We fished almost all day and caught one after another for a while. Despite the SPF 30 sunscreen (which, by the way, is just as effective as anything with a higher number), I got a significant sunburn on my legs and lower arms. Of all days to wear shorts! Fortunately, I did wear a long-sleeve shirt, and I was able to pull the sleeves down and save myself from worse burning. The legs got it good though, and I wore pants the rest of the trip.

If you could see my expression, I look thrilled to be there. My dad took this picture with my camera after John yelled at me for taking pictures of everyone else and not getting any of myself. The picture before this was much better, but my mom was sprawled out on a rock and would kill me if she ever found out I posted that on a website, and I was too lazy to crop, so you get the crabby-looking picture of me. I really did have a great time that day though.

This is Lookout Lake where we were fishing. See all those scrubby trees in the foreground? On the way to our fishing spot, we went through those, so not only were my legs burnt that day, they were scraped all to hell. It looked like I went mountain biking. I picked the absolute worst day to wear shorts. We never hiked through brush again, and we didn't sit out in the sun all day any other day either.