It’s the summer of 2021, and I'm with my brother-in-law again. We are on a much smaller boat with a much simpler pair of goals: to not fall into the icy water around Kodiak Island, Alaska, while also trying to catch at least one fish (or to at VERY least not hook one of our fishing partners with one of the stunningly large hooks on our borrowed poles!).
I’m not a huge history buff, but I seem to remember that when Spanish explorer Ponce de Leon first set foot on the land that would eventually become Florida, his daughters ran off the ship behind him and immediately began arguing.
The story of our family traveling across several states is not the story of 6 people on a fall break trip, but that of 6 bladders on a fall break trip. #parenting #travel
There was a chance – just a CHANCE – that the thing currently disturbing my bobber was some sort of prehistoric mud-dweller, one who had lain at the bottom on Old Man So-and-So’s pond since the dark ages, and was just now summoned from the murky depths to investigate the curiosity that was my small nightcrawler, still struggling upon my tiny hook.