To say we’re creatures of habit is an understatement. Every time we go to Polska, we end up going to Zab roughly the same time. And here we have two years ago another trip to Lake Jocassee.
And then within another day, last year’s trip:
Each trip a little different. 2018 was our last family camping adventure at Jocassee. Last year we went without K as she was preparing for the real estate exam; this year, she’s so busy with said real estate that she sent me with E and his friend N. Other considerations, of course, but that was the main issue.
We arrived Wednesday evening and quickly set up camp before heading out to the lake. E wanted to show N the little “private” beach (which is not very private but is in fact limited to park campers only). It was here that we’d caught so many little minnows, and E was eager to show him how to catch them. Yet things had changed: the log from which we’d fished and around which all the minnows swam had lost all its branches and was thus no longer so inviting got the minnows.
Day two — our only full day — began with some fishing. We went to another location and immediately caught a few little fellows. The boys even managed to remove the hook and release the fish with little to no help from me. After a snack, the wanted to go back for some swimming. After lunch, they wanted to go back for more swimming. After dinner, they wanted to go back for more fishing. We basically spent the day on that little outcropping of rocks.
And today, pretty much the same.