Where to Begin ? ? ?

I've been thinking about how to pick this all back up after such a prolonged absence from the blog. So much has happened, it is hard to put it all into perspective and write about it all. I've gone through the past year-and-a-half of pictures since "Ice Fishing with Kameron", and I have decided that is the best way to approach catching up . . . a pictorial journal of pictures of everything that has happened in our lives since the last post of ice fishing with Kam. So, that will be the approach, grab pictures from every month which describes what has been happening with us, post it, and give a little narrative of all that I can remember from the month . . . So there it is - pictures from the month missing and a description of what happened . . . if I can remember . . .

It has been way too long since I have posted to the blog . . . I think it is time to start up again . . . soon . . .

Ice Fishing with Kameron

4 Runner back up at the boat launch . . .

We had planned an early Saturday morning ice fishing trip and it just so happened to be a day where the wind was blowing at 15 - 20 mph, with gusts up to 35 . . . oh, and with a lot of snow falling that day. I was a little worried about being snowed in while we were out on the ice because of all the snow that was falling, due to the fact we had to climb a pretty steep hill to climb up to get out of the reservoir area. Kameron is an awesome fishing buddy. Several times I asked if he was okay, if he wanted to leave, was too cold, etc., etc., and every time he said he wanted to stay and stick-it-out . . . what a kid. I should have pulled the 4-Runner out on the ice with us and sat in the heated vehicle, but it was too late for that; we had already snow-shoed way out on the ice, maybe next time. As a result of this trip, I've decided that I am old and out of shape (actually it just re-affirmed this fact . . . I've already decided this long ago). The ice was around 3 - 3 1/2 feet thick and my manual auger about killed me after the second hole. Kameron was asking about more holes in the ice, like we planned, but I had to admit that after drilling through 7 feet of ice, I couldn't hack much more without the need of an O2 tank . . . nothing like sweating your butt-off when it is below zero with the wind chill . . . it doesn't take long to stop . . .

North Entry Light House

Not further past the lighthouse is open water. I would love to go out and ice fish right by the lighthouse . . . I'm sure the splake are still there . . .

Breanna Faithe Packham

On one of Margie Jo's days off, they whipped the camera out and took a ton of pictures hoping to find a picture that could be sent to grandparents for the holidays. For some reason when she was striking this pose, I couldn't help but love it. It captures her personality in one shot. Mischievous . . . I'm in charge . . . and don't mess with me or suffer the consequences . .

Sleeping Angel

There are times when I feel like I could hold her all night while she sleeps

Quiet Evening at the Beach

Though cool out, Breanna insisted on going without shoes or socks . . . nothing we could do . . .