Chapter One
MOSES LAKE
Thurs. June 16th
Bonjour Meme,
It was frigid when we left; not polar like winter days, but by early summer ways; I needed a coat when I crawled out from under my covers. And I almost didn't crawl out at all, but papa and ma mere had pesky perspectives of packing, which involved me. I know you want me to help ma mere and my sisters, meme; but since I turned eighteen, papa thinks I should be responsible for everything.
We stopped near Moses Lake, two and a half hours after we left Ten Mile, because papa said he saw perch jumping in the lake as we crossed over the lake bridge; I thought we were going to the ocean.
I tried my best to out fish Miles, he's so full of himself; he's almost as arrogant as papa, but I came up short by four fish, and caught three fish to Miles' seven fish.
But I did catch the bigger fish out of the total ten fish. And I think I did a much better job cleaning my fish than Miles, and I even cleaned papa's fish. Pappy showed me the proper way.
And I certainly did a much better job cooking my best fish right over the cooking fire; Miles burnt his fish!
Thank you for pappy, meme. Sleep well.