The “cold” is steadily improving, and the coughing and hacking is slowly dissipating. In fact, I walked the trash to the big garbage bins on the other side of the campground.

Bruce asked about fishing, so we loaded our wading stuff and drove to the house to change into waders and boots. We accessed at Mill Dam Eddy, and waded upstream of the island. The wind was blowing steadily into our faces, and made casting quite difficult for Bruce, a novice fly fisher. He did all the right things, but couldn’t get a trout to take the fly. I played around for about 30 minutes with a parachute sulphur dun, and managed to catch over a dozen fish, including a grand slam on the dry fly.

Kay returned from an appointment with the hairdresser, and prepared a great meal of fish and vegetables cooked in foil pouches, which we shared with Bruce and Jeannie.

We had a quiet afternoon, and I went to 4 + 1 Quartet practice.

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