The Fishing Lake

This afternoon, Gabor and Zoe took us to a beautiful fishing lake four kilometers east of Barcs.

Our girls were very happy to go on a hike. Too often, as I was telling Gabor, Stephanie and I have told kids we were going on a hike when we were really going on a long walk. Sophie might say, "Is this a city hike?" And if the answer is yes, watch out. But they have terrific stamina and joy amidst the roots, rocks, streams and trees.

The fishing lake, which we thing is called Lake Bok, is about three or four kilometers long and studded with private fishing docks like the ones below.

Gabor says there is a fishing office in Barcs through which someone can get a fishing permit; and such people use the fishing docks owned by the town.

The children clambored over every dock and into everyone's dinghy.

Once again, Zoe was the perfect Hungarian ambassador for the children. She was fearless and forward, and she spoke non-stop, introducing words to the kids (or the adults) while poking and prodding the world around her, and filling the woods with her happy energy.

Eventually this led to the first time out we'd seen issued in Hungarian. But it was unmistakably familiar.

We were just in time to see the Hungarian twilight over the fields before we left.