First Fish

After completing the compulsory bathing, feeding, laundering barfy travel clothes and logging a solid 10 hours of sleep that comes with traveling with two small children we woke up to a beautiful blue sky and calm waters waiting. 

Our morning was spent across the bay, playing on the beach and looking back on the bluffs of Homer. 

Marguerite's lids get heavy the second the motor starts on the boat, leaving her in a generally dopey state. 

Genevieve decided to be pissed off for a while when the tide wasn't cooperating with her primary reason for coming to Alaska....to learn how to fish.  Eventually the tide line and all it's treasures brought her back to happiness.

By day's end, with a lot of patience from her Grandpapa, she caught her first fish.