Gaston’s

The trip long in the making from the gift card I got dad years ago.

Gaston’s itself was quaint creekside set of “cabins”, a landing strip for rich old farts to fly in for brunch, and a fancy steakhouse.

We spent the evening playing games and having a grand ole time. Tiny laser height, sequence, flip 7, klask. We brought it all. The pups came so Scarlett and Keith had their own fun.

Fishing in the morning was sadly uneventful for the most part. Dad caught a big brown, I caught a dink rainbow, Bradley got on one. No one got skunked, but we would’ve gone hungry. I can’t remember what the excuse was, something about the oxygen or water quality killing fish off.

Still a worthwhile trip! We’ll be back.