It appears that I posted Thursday’s blog post before Wednesday. Oh well, here is the proper post. Reread Thursday’s again before I post Friday and you will be all set!
Wednesday morning! Since Steve was such a good sport in spending the day with me yesterday, I told him I would tag along with him today. I always say that I don’t want to get between him and a big fish. Steve says that he doesn’t mind. I hope I catch at least one fish and he gets the big ones!
Here is an exposed copper cut in the rocks. See the green? That is oxidized copper!
Steve and our guide for the day, Troy. They are looking for fish.
Steve looking at the condors. They are somewhere above us.
The two black spots above Steve’s head are condors.
Armadillo road kill. These guys are very hairy. This one was very flat and hairy.
Steve casting. I fished a little bit, but as I had no luck I found a nice log and leaned against it while I read a book. It sure was difficult getting back up again! You can see why Steve enjoys fly fishing so much. The countryside here is gorgeous.
Steve and his nice fish.
The fields were filled with pretty flowers.
Part of our adventure was crossing the barbed wire fence.
Foot placement and hip elevation is important in crossing the fences in your waders and fishing boots.
Steve was more graceful than I was, but he has been doing this for years.
Up and over.
When I went over the fence I was sure I was going to fall on my butt! But I didn’t. Ha Ha!
The signage for roads is great here. You would think with all the gravel roads, they would have lousy signs, but that is not true at all. This is where we will stop for lunch.
So here I am beat and tired and waiting to sit down and eat lunch. I almost caught an 18 1/2 inch fish. I lost him just at the end as the guide was unable to net him. Steve and all the other guests at the lodge say that the fish counted as it was operator error by the guide in not netting the fish. Steve caught quite a few fish in the morning. I only wanted one little fish. I was not happy to have the big fish on. When you don’t understand what the guide is saying because you don’t know the lingo it makes it difficult to land the fish. For some unknown reason, this is one of Steve’s favorite pictures of me!
This was my throne at lunch.
Steve is showing a gate where some sheep wiggle through. That is sheep fleece on the fence.
Appetizers at lunch.
Asparagus soup.
Lunch was potatoes, and pork with tomatoes and onions.
Our fancy lunch set up. Now ordinarily Steve does not look like an 80 year old man without his dentures. I must have taken the picture of him mid chew.
Dessert was rice pudding. It looked even worse in real life.
Here is a grey may fly. This is what the fish are eating. The fish eat them up like crazy!
It’s time for Pisco Sours! Can you believe it is 8:15 pm? The sun won’t set until 9:30!
Here is Julio with tonight’s snackies.
More empanadas. These are meat, not cheese. I am making Julio a star!
Deconstructed chicken Caesar salad.
Beef with salsa and some potato corn glop.
Tonight’s dessert. Dulce de leche with broiled meringue.
Almost 10:00 pm and it’s still light out!
Julio brought me an after dinner drink tonight. Manzanilla! I think he really enjoyed me taking his picture all the time!
Today Steve caught 29 fish, he would have caught more, but I was fishing also, and enticed some of the fish from his flies.
That’s it for today!
Have you ever seen a dead armadillo?
How about a live one?
Should Steve continue his streak, or just go cold turkey and stop the nonsense?
Great post 😄
Glad you enjoyed it! Much more of the trip to come!