We joined our oldest daughter and her family up in the mountains this weekend at my Mom's cabin home in Big Bear. We have been up there quite a lot this summer, and this was the first time that the weather was just perfect. Warm enough to be on the boat without a sweatshirt during the day, and cool enough to enjoy the nearly 30 degree difference in the temperature that we were experiencing at home.
We spend most of our days out on the water. Fishing, floating, snacking, napping, sunning, swimming, playing, etc.
I captured this photo of my granddaughter Hannah and just loved it. She wasn't aware I was snapping away as she was enjoying her cookie and looking out over the water. I sat there wondering, what is she thinking? Is she taking in all of the beauty around her? Is she thinking, wow, I love this place!!!??
After our dinner out, we went back to the cabin and watched Tombstone and Greg popped us some popcorn. Our family has always loved this movie. Gennifer can recite the entire thing, word for word. In fact, we all do it, all the way through the movie. Which would be obnoxious for anyone who hasn't seen it. But to us, we get a big kick out of ourselves. Especially Gennifer. She uses the voice overs and all!!!
Here are the Hass' coming in from a walk. I was standing on the deck to take their picture. Behind them, you can see the Peek a Boo view of the lake that Mom has from the cabin. They went home Sunday after we had lunch at Blanca & Pierre's. So we loaded up and went back out on the boat for the afternoon.
They had friends visiting from the desert. Susan and Craig. They are a hoot!!!
We got all tied up together, and Greg may have mentioned that Sue is a better First Mate than I am. She throws over the buoys, stows the fishing gear, handles the ropes, and anything else a First Mate should be doing. Greg says I was much better at it when I was young(er). Hmm, what do you suppose he means?
Greg fished a LOT! He just couldn't get enough. He caught lots of trout this weekend. He was so proud that he actually caught more than his buddy Ron.
I loved this photo above, with the kayak directly in the beam of light cast from the waning sun on the lake.
We left Ron and Sue's and turned in fairly early so the guys could all meet at sunup on the dock for their last day of fishing. I had a delightful morning alone at the cabin, drinking my coffee out on the deck and reading. It was bliss. I got ready for the boat, and as soon as Greg returned, we headed back out. We spent the entire day, from about 11:00 to 5:30 on the lake. It was heavenly. The weather was perfect. Most of the weekenders had gone home, and we practically had the lake to ourselves. We trolled, and floated out in the middle of the lake, searching for the "Big One" that never quite made it to the hook.
About mid day, we noticed smoke up over the Holcolm Valley. Before long, we heard sirens, and then watched in amazement as the fire helicopter maneuvered over to the dam, and dropped the big basket for water, into the lake with perfect precision, and then ever so slowly, it would ascend, and then disappear over the mountain with the water. This occurred about 6 times, and each time, we watched it repeat the drill, and then off it went to drop water on the fire in the valley. I wanted to go closer to the dam to get better pictures, but Greg was sure that "The Big One" was about to jump on his hook any second and refused to move.
As soon as we got to the East end of the lake, we saw a pair of parasailers going up, up and away.
Before the kids left, I wanted one of them to take a picture of Greg and I. My all time favorite photo of us was on the boat, taken at Bass Lake. Well, we didn't get the photo. But I took a self portrait.
It's good of Greg, awful of me. He said, "That's what we look like Bunny!"
And I really loved this one of Greg.