We tried something new this time at Grandpa’s.
Cold but fun, in the middle of the river.
Elena had asked to go ice fishing, and Grandpa made it happen. He drilled a couple extra holes for her, rigged a line or two, and showed her how to clean the ice out of the holes when it started freezing over.
And when things got a little chilly, I took Sonja and the Jeep back to the house, and Elena toughed it out with Grandpa in the shack until that fish was caught.
Two hours later, she came back happy and pink-cheeked. And when it was cooked, she ate that fish.