What are the chances of, in the Summer, going to a beautiful setting and not laying eyes on another soul save your children? Fishing was productive for the little ones. The view was amazing. The weather perfect. And, the privacy priceless, as they say. 

My grandchildren were fortunate that dad had some time off and that he felt the compulsion to get them away from toys, games and TV. They had a very good time catching trout and enjoying the wonderful view of Mt. Hood. Most important was my granddaughter was relentlessly on her dad “when are we going to go fishing again”. It had the look and feel of a sunny, late October day, not mid-July.