Did I tell you about our trip to the mountains? Oh, yeah, I recollect I was tellin’ you we were at th’ Royal Gorge. Well, sir, that same afternoon we drive on up to Cotopaxi, find a spot by the river ‘n pitch our tent. Got the tackle out and flung our lines in th’ river. We catch three nice rainbows, oh, ten, eleven inches. ‘Course I caught one an ‘em, ‘n Grace, she caught two. Always have to best me, thet woman. Waal, they was mighty fine eatin’, cook as they were in the arn skillet we bring along. Your Aunt Grace, she make some frybread to go along with, an’ a han’ful a coffee in th’ ol’ tin pot asittin’ on the farr. Moughty fine. Mought near as good a meal I ever eat.