Tuesday, Papa and John went fishing at Horseshoe Reservoir here in the park, while I drove to town to do the laundry.
After nearly three hours, John had one nibble but they caught nothing. When I got there, John was studying an egret across the lake. He really likes using the binoculars.
The day before, he spotted this deer in our front yard while using the binoculars. He then climbed in the truck to watch it browse.
This morning we went for hike. We were headed for a kiosk showing the vantage point where William Henry Jackson photographed the Spanish Peaks in 1885. Jackson was the official photographer for Hayden's U.S. Geological Survey of the western territories. His photos finally showed the public that the wonders of Yellowstone were real and led to the area's designation as a national park.
The trail to the kiosk has not been cleared, so it is not an easy climb. John is such a great hiker that he was the first in our party to reach the top.
The view from there of Horseshoe Reservoir and the Spanish Peaks is spectacular.
As we hiked back down to our truck, I was asking myself if this was a smart trail for my first hike since my knee surgery. However, I did just fine.
John and Papa had to glove up for a nasty task this morning.
For the third morning this week, we caught a mouse in our front basement compartment.
At my 50th high school reunion, one of our gifts was an old person's shoe horn. John thinks it is the best thing since sliced bread.
It doesn't get much better than this for a nana or papa.
Not only do I read to John, he is reading his Phonics Ready Readers to me.
His mom and dad gave him some spending money for his time with Nana and Papa. Yesterday I took him to the Lathrop Visitor Center. He decided to buy two finger puppets.
We then had to look at our Field Guide to Mammals to see if he had a Colorado Chipmunk or a Golden Mantled Ground Squirrel.