Fishing (continuation of Woods Canyon Lake)
The next day we had planned fishing on the Black Lake. At first we wanted to go fishing early, but with a sharp night cold snap, we left later, when it got a little warmer. This lake, in addition to a small parking lot and toilets, is not landscaped and visiting it is free, and you need to buy a license to fish. However, we learned that children under 12 can catch two fish without a license. We decided not to buy a license. All the same, with such weather and our skill, at least one fish was caught.
The road to the lake is a difficult and steep descent along a forest road covered with rubble. But in its vicinity, in designated areas, campsites with tents and trailers were still located. The tent campsites were surrounded by wire fencing (from wild animals) and food near some of the tents was hung from trees in sacks. Some campsites had a sign saying “no vacancies”. Finally we went down to the lake. The lake was completely wild, no shops, no tables, but the parking lot was paved and marked, and, as I already wrote, there was a toilet. In America, I have never seen a single paid toilet and there is always toilet paper even in the forest 🙂
On the opposite side, we saw a bear making its way along the shore, and we decided it was time to get back 🙂
We fished for three hours. It was cold, 14 degrees and strong wind. The float was constantly carried to the shore and had to constantly throw the fishing line further into the water. We didn’t catch anything, but we learned how to use spinning, laughed heartily, and were glad we didn’t buy a license. On the opposite side of the we saw a bear making its way along the shore, and we decided it was time to get back. 🙂
In the parking lot, Levy got into a conversation with an elderly American who had just arrived to go fishing. He gave some advice on what and how to fish. I have noticed that Americans, especially older ones, are very fond of talking. He said that there is fish and he always catches it here, and said that in such a wind it is necessary to fish from a boat or from the other side, but now there is a she-bear with her cubs. It’s good that the cold weather prevented us from going to the other side, but we had such an idea.
This is how we went fishing after picking mushrooms 🙂 But, we liked it anyway, rested, unwinded, changed the situation. We returned to the resort, had lunch. We did not cook food there, we took the vegetables, fruits, wine, bacons, eggs home. We cooked all the food at home, baked meat with potatoes, meat with vegetables in large foil containers.
Mark is fishing
Tired of fishing
And it got cold!
honey shop
Street stand in front of the store
Inside the store
On the way back home, not far from Payson, we dropped in for honey in a small town called Strawberry. The winding road ran through a canyon covered with pine forests. On the way we came across a community garden and a retired person’s apartment. These are people who do not want to or can no longer maintain their large houses, so they move to a small apartment and they are allocated (if desired, of course) a plot of land in the public garden, where they grow vegetables and flowers for fun.
Honey, of course, can be bought in the city, in any grocery store, but for some reason, honey from Strawberry is popular, and many people come to this place for it. We bought pine honey and headed back. In about an hour we were at home and returned from the golden autumn to our hot summer. Here even the deciduous trees were still green. Mark and I spent the rest of the holidays at home according to our holiday schedule: we read, walked, played, watched TV, and completed the English task package that the children received for the holidays.
Mark and I spent the rest of the holidays at home according to our holiday schedule: we read, walked, played, watched TV, and completed the English task package that the children received for the holidays.
