Mammoth bound...

We had our first trip to Mammoth a couple of weeks ago.  It was amazing.  We were able to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa Allas, Auntie Audrey, and Uncle Scotty.  When David was growing up, their family would take family trips to the mountains and fish, camp, hike... all the things that my family did not do.  Actually, I do remember the boys fishing a few times at Lake Berryessa, but that was usually just a day trip.

The trip was a success.  We.. err... I, survived ;)  When I first started dating David, I was hardly considered a nature kind of girl.  Even to label myself that now would be a term used very loosely.  But, I think over time, David has managed to open my eyes to a new world.  We gathered pumice, went to Schat's Bakery, toured the town, picnicked by the lake, even fishing, and I LOVED fishing!  It was so fun to just cast the line out and reel it back in... over and over again.  Don't get me wrong, I failed miserably a handful of times, and poor Dad Allas had to wade in the water to the bushes where my line was tangled in, and free my line.  David had to put food on my hook, after I flung it off, and Scotty and Audrey were kind enough to let me clean my first fish... but that was disgusting. Ha!

Connor was such a good boy throughout the weekend.  He would be such a trooper with letting us take him wherever we wanted to go, and he would just sleep.  He probably was thinking though he had a pretty sweet deal because Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie Audrey, and Uncle Scotty would just hold him and feed him whenever he wanted.  On the ride home, I thought about how much fun I had and would love to do it again.  I think I enjoyed the fact that after all that nature, I was still able to go home to a shower and a bed.  Yet David reminds me that although we will be back.. the next time will probably be to sleep in a tent.  He says we haven't fully enjoyed Mammoth yet without hiking and camping.  Thank goodness for baby steps.... ;)