Day Two - Bear Lake 2010

We broke down and risked the extra sun by returning to the lake for a few more hours Sunday morning.

I asked Eden if we should take her favorite pink raft to Red Fish so she could ride on it with Jayden.  She thought about it and said, "Does Jayden like pink?"

"Hercules"  He's lost 30 pounds this summer and feels lean and mean!!!

Jon and Q spotted two huge carp in the reeds near our beach spot.  They were 2 1/2 ft long.  Quinton tried (unsuccessfully) to catch them in our wimpy net!

Too funny to let pass without making note of it... Here's the series of crazy events that took place while on the west beach at Bear Lake on Sunday.   ...So, we're all set up on the Beach with our awning and beach toys when along comes some guy carrying a chair with a hunting dog running ahead of him.  The dog immediately jumps in to the reeds and scares away the fish that Jon and Q had been working on catching.  Then the dude walks by us and starts setting up his chairs on the sand where our toys and kids shoes were left. Nice.  But even better, the dog then runs back over and craps in the water right in front of our awning and beach set-up!  The guy never once called his dog back to him, or appologized, or cleaned up after the dog, or put the dog on a leash, or showed respect for other beach goers!  There is no way this guy did not see or hear us after the dog did his nasty business! Now, we are dog owners and love dogs, but I don't understand why I should have to put up with other peoples dogs crapping in our beach space!

Next, a Dodge Durango pulls up on the other side of us.  Out jumps kids of all ages and FOUR unleashed dogs! If that's not crazy enough then one of the older guys lays in the grungy, scanky, slack water behind the beach as if it were a nice warm bath tub!!!  Gross!  Pretty soon the whole family had their chairs turned backwards towards the slack water and started playing there instead of in the nice, clean, beautiful Bear Lake.

Lastly, we were trying to pull out a little early, so we started packing it up at about 2:30.  Jon pulls his truck closer to the beach to load up and we get it all put away, kids are changed and in their car seats, but where are the truck keys?  They had disappeared.  We spent 1 1/2 hours looking for them and had called Grandma Margaret and asked her to pick up our spare pair at the house, then drive them up to us.  John Wilson, our nice neighbor, had located them in our house and was on his way to meet Margaret in Woods Cross with them.  We finally found the keys in our towel bag and avoided having mom drive all the way up.  But after having laughed about the crazy people on the beach...maybe we fit right in!!!