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 be responsible for everyone's chores.
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 Milo, 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 Milo's seven.
But I did catch the bigger fish out of the total. And I think I did a much better job cleaning my fish than Milo, and I even cleaned Papa's fish. Grandpapa showed me the proper way.
And I certainly did a much better job cooking my best fish right over the cooking fire; Milo burnt his fish!