Every Thanksgiving we go feed the fish at the hatchery. A tradition started by Dad to get us out of the house so my mom could cook without eight kids in her hair. We still go and I still love to see the fish jump for the food.
Rows and rows of Fishies. Various people in the family in the background.
Elizabeth 8, and Summer 9.
The American River...A thing of beauty.
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