We spent Jon's 30th birthday weekend in Tahoe with his family (a.k.a. HEAVEN ON EARTH). This is the same location that Jon and Lindsay got engaged almost exactly a year ago. Dave created this site for them at the time and is a fun walk down memory lane.
The entire weekend was fun and relaxing. In my 29 years, I am finding that I feel the most serene and relaxed when at Jon's grandparents' house on Tahoe. It is fun, easy and 100% enjoyable. They live directly ON the lake which is nothing short of phenomenal.
But I digress from Jon's major life accomplishment. Lindsay and I took out their row boat one afternoon (which was like 2 of the 3 Stooges trying to row and not knock each other with the fishing poles...I thought Jon should swamp our boat for Lindsay and me being complete idiots, but instead he was just thrilled that we were fishing at all!). We thought we had LOTS of bites, but come to find out that sometimes you just get caught on a rock and it's not REALLY a fish. We (I) actually believed that we "caught" about 20 fish before Jon let me down (gently) by saying that perhaps...just perhaps...some of those catches were rocks rather than fish that got away. I was a little offended at first until I realized he was absolutely right...and I could prove it because Tahoe's water is so amazingly clear that you can see the fish (or lack thereof at times!) in the water below you.
Jon patiently set each of us up with lures and rods (Dave knows how to fish, he just hasn't exactly been a huge enthusiast before...we try to limit our activities to just ONE "hick" thing and you know he already has NASCAR pegged as his favorite). I refused to put a worm on the hook myself (DISGUSTING) but did put Salmon Eggs on it (they are just like squooshy jelly beans more or less).
Lindsay's big catch? Ready for it? Not sure the screen can even handle this gigantic size:
Awwww.....she apparently went on to catch a fish larger than this two-inch beauty after we left (yeah, we've all heard THAT story before), but this is the ONLY fish the four of us caught in our day of fishing. After fishing in Lake Tahoe for a bit, Jon wanted to take us through some of the creeks he fished growing up (he spent lots of time at this house visiting his g-parents and knows the area quite well). In one creek, he lost a lure he had JUST purchased and really liked. So he decided to "go fishing" -- human style. Here is Jon plunging into the cold yet clear creek and victoriously finding his lure!
Our hero!
We had a really, really great time visiting with Jon's parents, who drove in from their new home in Texas, and Jon's grandparents who were just getting ready to go back to Sacramento for the winter. We took some photos on the pier together.
Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, for sharing in this family tradition with us!
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You lucky dogs! I would say it is about time you learned fish tales...you all had about a fish on your hook, and John said it was the famous Lake Tessie (http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/forum/lofiversion/index.php/t41356.html), but you just couldn't reel her in.
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