August 24, 2008

White Dog took Steve and Richard on the long awaited fishing trip today. The day started when it was still dark but White Dog had everything in the car and was ready to go by 6am..."The fish aren't sleeping late because it's Sunday," she reminded Steve a dozen times. Once there she found a shady spot at the bank of the Jemez River where she could keep watch over both boys. She also found some old salmon eggs (once someone's bait) that had been spilled out on the ground...her dilemma was whether to eat them or roll in them. She did a little of both. White Dog enjoyed retrieving sticks from the river's edge but was not up for a swim. Late morning the group moved to the Beaver Dam where White Dog had heard that the fishing was better. There was less shade but she got to jump through marshy areas and get very muddy. White Dog watched the trout jump into the air but Steve and Richard had no luck luring them onto their lines. By afternoon, White Dog was so tired that she slept through the stop at the Jemez Pueblo Red Rocks area food stalls where Steve and Richard bought fruit empanadas and horno bread to bring home. All came home muddy, a little sunburned (at least Steve did), and very ready to spend the evening doing nothing more than lounging.