While we were out in Eastern Oregon, my sister took us out into the forest to look for some morel mushrooms. We drove up into the part of the forest where there had been a burn and we started to look around–nothing, nada.

Rather than continue on a futile hunt for mushrooms we weren’t going to find, we headed down to the river to try our hand at fishing.

After an afternoon with our lines in the water, it was clear that we were going to go home empty handed.

Really, it didn’t matter that we didn’t get anything because everyone had so much fun enjoying being outside that I’m not sure we even noticed.