Today our household angler left early and came back with a couple of beauties for our dinner.

Matt got them all dressed and into the fridge and we found a delicious sounding recipe on line.  We’ll need to pick up some dill and a lemon while we’re out.

Then Elizabeth and I headed out for a day trip to the town of Marble.  A beautiful drive through the mountains to this tiny town where they still quarry marble — and it’s just all over the place.

Here’s what ‘s left of the old mill:

Picnic tables in the park have marble tops:

There are places to sit:

You can take a piece and put a donation in a slot.

I bought a lovely cheese board from a man who doesn’t take plastic, so he said I could just mail him a check when I get home.

He has a marmot that lives on his front porch.

Small towns.

Now, reprise to the trout.

Here, ready for the oven.

Elizabeth working on the sides, just in from the garden.

And here’s the roasted trout!

It was all delicious, and I’m too full and too tired to say more at this point.