Father's Day Fishing- Day One, Wednesday 6/17

I cut out of work a half hour early on Tuesday, had to pick up some block ice and get home to in time to get my good buddy Dave my key on his way home from work so he could feed my critters while I was gone. Tuesday fucking sucked! I can't remember a day that went by so gotdamn slow. I need to leave my watch at home and break every clock in the office on those days 'cause I can't stop watching the fucking time!

I got home with the ice, beer for Dave, food and litter for the critters and was still stressin' out. I suppose I should change my name to stress, 'cause that's all I fucking do!

Dave helped me load my truck, tie it down and make sure the critter instructions were in order. Luckily for him, all he had to do was come by once a day and make sure the box was clean and the food and water were good to go. He could've hauled ass after getting the key, but he's a good bro and he stuck around for a few more beers and got my truck loaded. I hope I didn't get him in trouble for getting him loaded before he got home. His ol' lady doesn't like me much. I wonder why...?

My truck was loaded up and ready to go by 2100 but I wasn't supposed to meet my brother and Dad until 03:45 in North County. What the fuck do I do with all this time on my hands? I know. Make one last pass though the place, take a shower and have a few beers until 02:45. Yup. That's what I did. AMC was showing the original Dirty Harry that night again so I stayed up watching that until I had an hour to go before I had to leave.

Anticipation of a trip is better than any drug I have ever tried. It's a natural high that I can't explain unless you've been there yourself.

Anyways, we met up north of Escondido around 0345 and were on the road at 0400. Once we were heading north on I-15, the adrelalin was really pumpin and there was no way I wanted to stop unless it was for gas or to kick some asshole's ass for driving 65mph in the fast lane! Traffic was pretty mellow at that time of the morning for the most part but the Cajon Pass was riddled with fucking idiots from Riverside and L.A. Counties. Those idiots think they own the road.

I wonder who they voted for...?


After a few stops and stretch breaks we finally arrived in Bishop around 0930. Dad wanted to stop a Culvers and get some tackle and stop and get some of his favorite bread. After that, we were on a mission to find a good spot at the campgrounds. We were sure that we would score a choice spot or two next to the river arriving that time of week/time of year but we were wrong.

We ended up with a good spot but we couldn't believe how packed this place was.

This is the first pic of the trip after we had a few beers, set up camp and relaxed for a few... After we settled in, paid our camp dues and checked our surroundings I had to snap another one. Dad was gettin' restless and wanted to fish for a few so I drove him down the road with a few beers and let him have at it. Nothing makes me smile more than pops enjoying what he enjoys the most.
After we were good and buzzed the rain was threatening and we really didn't give a shit. The rain poured on us that night and it was killer. I put my camera away because I was hammered and didn't want to destroy this one like I did last year but there's nothing better to me than mother nature giving me her best when I'm campin' with people who aren't afraid of the elements. I love the rain...

I guess I just made a long story longer as usual. More drunken drivel after tomorrow night's beers...