While I gathered up all our belongings (spread all over the house, the dock, and everywhere in between) and packed everything up into Popper and the truck, David got in a last stint of fishing, and Michael created some "art" on the sea wall.
I required, of course, getting into the lake.
Fully clothed.
Yes, all of his other clothes had already been packed and stowed...so, air-dry it was.
The drive home was uneventful aside from a stop at Subway for lunch. After Popper had been raised and unloaded, David and Michael set to work cleaning the bunch of fish they'd caught.
Michael's fish. Don't know how he could tell it apart from the others...
Ready for the post-mortem. I'm really glad David cleans his own fish.
Looks like you had a great trip!
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