
Quarantine has closed campgrounds, state and national parks but not fishing. This is good news for us.
Once a week we head to our favorite stream with lunch and fly rods. Tip finds joy in both the ride up to the river and running the riparian.
If we are not both fishing, then Tip divides his time between JQ’s photographic adventures and checking in on Jack.
Enough time has been spent on rivers to develop good manners, for the most part. At some point in the day a stick is discovered, dropped at someone’s feet and thus a game of fetch is initiated … though it often involves much vocal encouragement.
This day was a bit different. Instead of a stick, Tip discovered a ball.
Bright orange, this lost dog toy became a treasured possession and required numerous rounds of ball throwing.
The shade side of a picnic table offers excellent cooling to rest up between expeditions.








What’s for lunch gets packed into 








The pocked face on the southside of Fort Rock didn’t offer up much raptor viewing. Song birds and ravens were in abundance, as was the occasional herd of migrating mule deer and antelope.



Staying distant as possible, we took a road trip to the Prineville Reservoir. Mostly we just wanted to see what was and what was not open.



