Thurs. June 16th
MOSES LAKE
Bonjour Grann,
It was frigid when we left; not polar like winter days, but cold by early summer days; 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 ideas of packing, and they involved me. I know you want me to help Ma mere and my sisters, Grann; but since I turned twelve, Papa thinks I should do everyone's chores.
We stopped near Moses Lake, two and a half hours after we left Ten Mile, because Papa said he saw fish 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 Bobby, 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 Bobby's seven.
