Fish stocking

Yesterday we took a trip up to camp (my sister and brother-in-law’s camp) to stock the streams and the pond with trout. It’s a very beautiful place as you can see. It is also very peaceful as all the mountains around belong to the camp. It’s a co-op of about 40 owners who use the camp for hunting, fishing, and general relaxation. We had good weather for it too. It was sunny and just a little bit windy.The only downside was when we left the private road and got back on the regular road, we had to share it with a motorcade of shale gas workers who were coming down off the mountain.

The pond and the fish truck.





Rosie wanted to touch all the fish and wish them well. Only a few died, but quite a few jumped bucket before we could get them to the water.



This is my brother-in-law with his son, my nephew.



Lizzie photobombed by Mom above and Rosie waiting in line for a bucket of fish below.


The camp

The view from the porch.



The front porch.



The dining area

The living room and dining area from above.





All the bedrooms have old brass beds of various styles.


What kind of hunting camp would it be without some trophies on the walls?
It was a good day.