Up Saturday morning -- no, not "bright and early," just bright. (Breakfast is served at 8:30 a.m. -- very civilized, I think.) The weather is glorious -- as is usual around here this time of year.

I must tell you about breakfast; what a feast -- for the eye as well as the palate. We had fresh fruit salad (no, not from a can), fresh-baked strawberry and blueberry muffins (still hot from the oven), orange juice, great coffee, a choice of dry cereals, toast -- and then came the main offering: a huge platter of a delicious egg dish with tomatoes and fresh dill. Fabulous! And this is a typical breakfast. (which is why we rarely have to eat lunch except perhaps for a small snack.)

The scene above is also typical. Lots of good eating, conversation and laughter; no one rushes. At the foot of the table at the far end is Jerry, to his left is his friend Carol Ann, who is just learning to fish. Continuing left is Sue and Colin and Bruce. The folks to Jerry's right, not visible except for Andrew in the left foreground, are Lynn and Herb.

By the end of breakfast, the topic often would turn to "Where are you planning to fish today?" Sometimes guests choose to leave the property and head to one of the many other good rivers in the vicinity. But usually Bruce and I stay on the Crowsnest. It's handy and there are SO many excellent pools along the long stretch of the Crowsnest on the Sara property. The photo above is a view from alongside the river.

That evening, Bruce and I and Jerry and Carol Ann decided to "stay in" for supper, pork chops done the deck grill, etc. Later that evening, after dark (I can't remember if we fished more in the early evening or not) the larger group drifted to the deck for more conversation -- and of course, the day's "fish stories." Jerry and Carol Ann are in the photo above.

The next day the four women in the our merry band decided to go out fishing together on the Crowsnest. Sue (from the left) is quite good a good fisherwoman; next is Carol Ann, who is just learning (this is her very first time!); Lynn is very skilled and experienced; and me, still a learner, too. Carol Ann is quite amazing; she's a very quick study and was pulling in fish left and right!(Unfortunately, I didn't do as well; no good excuse.)

One of the Sara's dogs -- Rolly (short for Roland) -- decided he must follow us everywhere we went -- even into the water. What a hoot!

Oh, did I mention what we had for breakfast? The same fabulous selections above except for the addition of Bill's famous home-made porridge (he mixes rolled oats with several other grains that he grinds himself!) plus thick, delicious French toast as the main entree. One must NOT think of dieting here!

Dinner that evening was a semi-spontaneous pooling of groceries among all of us (though Lynn provided most of it): Herb grilled hamburgers, we found enough fixings for salad, there was potato salad, sweet corn and lots of wine. Sigh! What a life!