The Fox went out on a chilly night He prayed for the moon to give him light For he had many a mile to go that night Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o He had many a mile to go that night Before he reached the town-o
He ran till he came to the farmers pen The ducks and the geese were kept therein He said a couple of you are gonna grease my chin Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o A couple of you are gonna grease my chin Before I leave this town-o
-The Fox, Traditional Folk Song, performed by Nickel Creek
Gilbert Blythe: “Anne Shirley…..what in the heck are you doing here?”
Anne Shirley: “Fishing for lake trout.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (1985)
There is a magical place in the highest Rocky Mountains where my family spends a week every year. It’s a time where we disconnect completely from technology and work and we spend time together. This year one of my nieces caught her first fish. Mostly we get rainbows, but sometimes we catch Kokanee salmon or Arctic Greyling. Rainbows are our favorite for dinner on the fire, and I was glad to capture my niece’s look of surprise and pride in her first catch and her careful excitement as she ran from the boat to show her dad.
This landscape is a little less wild than the high Uintahs, but trout are found in rivers as well as mountain lakes. I chose a recent style from Damselfly for it’s messy waves—after a week of camping my hair does kind of look like this, but on Eliza it looks chic and intentional!