Fish Lake

High in Utah's mountain hills lies a cold, quaint little lake known as Fish Lake. It is also known by my family as the home of "the big one," the world's largest population of endangered snipes and the slou foot rock. Last weekend we gathered there (as we have in past years) to watch conference, make a few memories and catch a few fish.

I love the Fish Lake Marina. I have so many young memories wrapped up in its rotting boats, dead fish and mossy lava rocks. I wish I had had more time to explore it with my camera, but Aaron had his own agenda: rock-chucking. And, there were a lot of great rock-chucking locations for him to choose from.His favorite was the shoreline with plenty of mud and pebbles for him to sink his fingers into. All of the other boys joined in the fun, skipping the flat stones across the frigid water.Aaron also enjoyed sitting on the rocks--especially with his Dada. He walked all the way down from the cabin holding Jonny's finger, stopped here and said, "Dadda...down" as he pointed at the rocks.
He found other favorite sitting spots with his cousins. Eva and Aaron would pace up and down the sidewalk using their "Mermaid language," blowing raspberries in different tones at one another. Aaron wasn't quite sure about sitting on the boat. It was cold, it rocked, and worst of all, mom and dad wouldn't let him take the constricting life jacket off. By the end of our attempted fishing expedition, his screams of disapproval let us know that he preferred the shore.But my dad sure preferred the lake. He happily carted load after load of amateur fishermen onto the lake. What a good sport and grandpa. Nanna preferred the cabin, minus the occasional photo-opt with the grandkids (what a good nanna). But who can blame her? She had to defend her disputed queen of the board games title...a role that I soon ransacked, muahaha.But even with the draw of a cozy wood burning fireplace, conference talks, food and cousins, Aaron still preferred the cold outdoors. Once the cabin door swung open, Aaron made a run for it, sans shoes and coat. I spent much of the sessions sitting on the door ledge, listening to our leaders as I watched Aaron revel in his rock-chucking.
At least his interest in rocks made for a cute family picture or two.