©Nicole Barker
My "dad" (not Jerry Dad, but my other dad, also named Jerry) is teaching me to be an angler. Friday he pulled a Peter a la Office Space and ditched work to fish the Quartzville creek. I didn't catch anything, but it was nice just to be in the river. Achievement of the day was never going for a swim, though my knees are all bruised up from falling on my face while trying to wade through rapids. Lesson of the day was don't hide thousands of dollars worth of camera on the bank before wading down river. It's really hard to find later.
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