The kids and I rode the subway to the end of the line last week, and then we walked for about five minutes until we reached the lake.
|Bronx, not far from busy Broadway.|
The kids dug for worms, baited their hooks, and fished from the shore in the middle of a school day.
|My son, ready for a nibble.|
A cormorant swam by, holding a fish in its mouth, before diving under the water in front of us. The bird was the only one to catch a fish that day.
After awhile, we headed home with muddy shoes.
I'm glad the kids bait their own hooks (and release their own fish, if they catch any) because I don't like that part of fishing. The parts I like are the waiting, watching, walking.