Sadly this will be my last post with photos for a while, as the Brule has taken my camera. I'm looking forward to being free of another electronic device and spending more time in the moment when I am out enjoying the world, although the camera is sometimes handy for food pictures... This past weekend we headed back up to the old Brule River in northern Wisconsin to get the fishing season started off right. We spent the first day near the mouth and camped at the Copper Range Campground, where a raccoon made off with twelve eggs, some bacon, and butter. Thanks for leaving the cheese man! Before this, we whipped up some awesome berbere fries (cooked in bacon grease of course), an asparagus/potato/bacon/cheese medley, and some bacon-wrapped brats. No one was really catching anything this weekend, but it felt great to be back in the stream!
Another problem with photos is that over time, my memories become memories of the photos, rather than memories of the experience(s). While photos can be useful as memory joggers, I often prefer just keeping a record exclusively in my head.
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