Catch-and-release

Mike and I were working by the weeHouse, when Chris (on break) ran up Stairmaster Hill to prove there were fish in the lake. This was the first of three – count ‘em, three – large-mouth bass he reeled in (and set free) during our weekend of building the Saturn walkway. 

What a beautiful fish. I think I’m going to really dig this “up-at-the-lake” thing. Chris has started planning the Loveless Bass Open.

Cocktails?

Seems we’ve turned up nothing but corroded Miller beer cans and the occasional condom package (two, so far) as the earth continues to spit up lost treasures from a Loveless life previously lived.

But Chris’ recent discovery of this low-ball glass (plus a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade) conjures up thoughts – yes, fleeting – of a little more high-brow toasting beneath the towering maple trees.

Hmmm. Jack Daniels, Mountain Dew and a twist of lemon, perhaps?