After attempting to sleep in a bit, but actually waking up around 8:00, I made breakfast in bed, because I’m an awesome girlfriend.
Applewood smoked bacon, pancakes, scrambled eggs, and hot chocolate (coffee for me)
In spite of the awesome weather, and the lake being recently stocked with trout, no one we saw or talked to was catching ANYTHING. Until Ryan caught this guy.
The lake was really pretty. Our part was blocked off and didn’t have boats, but most of the lake had a lot of boat action.
After a while, we quit for lunch. We ended up at Murray’s Saloon, which was very biker bar inside, but had an awesome patio with an awesome, attentive waitress and an excellent puppy.
Did I mention the Big Bear Air Fair was also going on while we were there? Admission was only $2, and we planned to go, but it ended early and we never made it. Lots of cool planes flew over all weekend, though.
After lunch and a quick nap, we headed back out to fish.
Ryan caught one more trout, so dinner was on. We left when it got too dark to see what we were doing.
After dinner, I really wanted to make smores. So Ryan made a fire. For the record, I am the champion fire builder, I just let him help out because it was his birthday. Also because we had zero kindling.
The next morning we packed up and checked out.
We went for a little walk on the boardwalk by the bridge before Ryan set off to fish again.
Not pictured: the huge carp that Ryan lost ~1 foot from land because a random guy jumped in to help, and accidentally broke the line. Ryan was kind of pissed.
We also stopped at Bass Pro on the way home. It was Ryan’s first time there and I embarrassed him with a million pictures and kept reminding him how many poles and reels he already has.
All in all, a good birthday. I learned that Ryan is kind of snooty about stocked fish and prefers to hike into the wilderness and catch-and-release in remote creeks, but what’re you gonna do. It’s LA, we don’t have any of that anywhere near here, and he’d wanted to go to Big Bear for a while. We may be back again sometime snowy, as I’m sure it’s gorgeous. I also learned that Ryan should never be allowed to venture into Bass Pro alone. It’s a dangerous store.