Boy Scout Campout

Alan's troop went fishing in the High Sierras last weekend.  ("High" = 6,000 ft.)  We stayed in the Sequoia National Forrest.  By  mistake the local lake was stocked with twice the normal number of trout, but we did our best to help them get things back to normal.  Alan earned his fishing merit badge by catching, cleaning, cooking and eating a fish.

We fished by this tree for a few hours and I grew to love it.  It stands tall, seemingly scoffing at the forest fire that once scarred it.  The shape of the burn reminds me of the cathedral pattern in the grain of oak.  The picture doesn't show the bright sheen of the blackened area.

Alan was using a rod, although it is not seen here.  He pulled in four trout in about 6 hours of fishing.  I caught a few in a couple hours and then decided it was more relaxing just to watch the fish jump.  Our campground was about 50 yards from the shore.