This is now such a treasured memory. Jon had been wanting to take our family fishing for a long while. A colleague of his told him about this place called Gooseberry, which was not too far away and where we would be able to wheel my Mom right up to the side of the lake to watch the fishing. So on October 21st, we tried it out, and it was perfect!
We got there before dawn and everything was gray and covered with frost. That didn't seem to bother Enoch, who kept crawling off the picnic blanket:
Poor Jon's fingers were absolutely frozen as he tied flies on the fishing poles. (I don't think he minded, though; he was really having a great time!)
When the sun (finally) came up and began to melt the frost, we realized that this was not some dismal gray place, it was GORGEOUS!
Without light, we couldn't tell, but once it was lit by the sun, it was really beautiful.
Hyrum caught the first fish of the day (and the first fish in our family history!). He was so proud:
What's great is that next, Caleb caught one:
...and then so did Andrew:
By the time Grandma and Grandma joined us at about 11:00 am, we had caught 5 fish already! 
And with Grandpa's help we caught 6 more. Even Sam helped Grandpa reel one in:
We all had such a great time, freezimg temperatures or not.
We'll definitely be doing this again!
It was a wonderful memory for us and the boys with their Grandma and Grandpa B. The boys love doing this kind of thing with their Grandpa, and just 20 short days later their Grandma was gone. I'm so glad they were able to come with us, despite how sick Mom was feeling. Thanks to her perpetual sense of adventure, and a great daddy who wanted to introduce his boys to fishing, we will remember this day forever.
