Last week, I actually had a full social calendar, going out every night after work. Friday was my friend Jamie's good-bye party (lucky girl, moving to WA), I drove down to the OC on Saturday night to see stephinextremis, Christine, and to meet the infamous Jamieson. He impressed me, mostly in his ability to put up with my obnoxious lines of questioning. I gave stephanie my stamp of approval on this one.
Sunday night, Charles and I left for the river. We got a late start, and my mom had told me that there wasn't a bed available for us. Charles was really tired and really cranky and not as easygoing as I am about sleeping on a couch, so we stopped in Blythe and got a room. As I was checking in - in the process of handing over my credit card - my drunk little brother calls me, tells me that oh, they were just kidding, of course i have a place to sleep, don't be silly. A little too late, little brother.
Monday out there was my day - we went out on the pontoon boat, got some sun, barbequed. Tuesday was his day - we fished, and fished, and fished some more. I'm now able to "cast". We fished for bluegill off a dock, and I sat there for an hour with a piece of cheese on a hook, watching the bluegill swim up, sniff (do fish sniff?) the cheese, and swim off. When we gave up on that spot, I pulled the bit of cheese off my hook. "Here's a freebie, fishies", and tossed it into the water. They swarmed it. Little bastards.
Eventually, we drove down to the Palo Verde Dam to try and catch something bigger. For this, i brought the camera. The dam is beautiful, though it's only 15 minutes from Aha Quin, I've never actually seen it before.
We saw some critters while walking out there. I'd never seen them before - research upon arriving home reveals them to be juvenile round-tailed ground squirrels.
I moved a rock and found a gigantic spider. I didn't move any more rocks.
Charles fished, and fished, and fished. I fished too, but I was also the one holding the camera.
Eventually, we caught a bass. A little, tiny, baby bass. He let me reel it in.
We let it go, of course. The poor traumatized thing swam off and hid under a piece of wood, and then tried to hide under Charles' feet and made him jump and shriek like a girl.
Eventually, we went back to camp, and dinner with my aunt and uncle, and packed up to head home. The weekend wasn't without stress, but it was nice. I got tanned and not burned, I got to see what it felt like to reel in a fish. Charles got to see what I love about the place, and I think he'll be back up there to fish again. He also lined up a few tattoos - people down there are starting to collect some ink!
Today, I'm unpacking and recuperating. Tomorrow, back to work.