The boys (and girl) came home from Alaska this afternoon, and it took two vehicles to get them and their fish back to the farm. I drove the fish and the cousins, and heard all about the wedding and the fishing on the drive home.
Twelve boxes of salmon filled 2/3 of the Pilot.
A picture of the stack and three of the happy fishermen seemed like a good idea. Then the cooler went into the back of the pickup, and we started filling it up. Thankfully, their 500 lbs of fish fit.
Our last dinner with our Colorado family was simple: salads and sandwiches and beer, outside on the patio on a perfect summer evening. They leave at 4:00 am tomorrow for the long drive home. I'm going to miss them.