memory six. dock time

I wonder just how many hours we sat around on our dock. Of course, Graham and Eric were all over fishing. Ella loved to fish her way too-which was to throw the worms right in the water and cheer when the fish caught her worm and ate it. Graham never tired of catching fish of any size. I think by the end of the trip he thought every restaurant should serve blue gill and sun fish.

And, when Claire "caught" her first fish I was summoned to come photograph the monumental event.

So, how could anyone deny our dock time certainly made a part of our happy trip memories--number six.




Her first fish!







Not needing any help--fishing on his own.