Willow Creek

So, remember several years ago when we took that camping trip to a place called Willow Creek with the Kalouseks? My arm was broken, and we all had at least a hundred mosquito bites at the end of the trip.
Yes, it was very memorable; I was a bit nervous when Mom and Dad decided to go up for a day to fish. Pack the bug spray!
As soon as we got there, however, there weren't any blood-sucking mosquito's waiting with dinner napkins tied around their tiny, tiny necks. In fact, there weren't really any bugs at all. It was very shady, and a really nice breeze picked up.
I really enjoyed the trip; however, I decided I don't have the patience or the desire to fish. Besides, Dad, who had his line in the entire time, didn't even get a bite. He did see a Pacific Lampray, though, and apparently those are pretty rare.
The best part of the trip was when Camille dragged me into the river, despite it's freezing coldness, and we floated down to our fishing  spot. Then climbed out and did it again. The water was so deep in parts that it went down a good several feet below my toes!
The only glitch in the trip was that Mom had only packed one towel for Benji, in case he got wet. Thankfully, it was long enough that we could spread it out across the seats on the way back.
We also saw a vulture and a couple ospreys on our way there!