Growing up, we took two major vacations a year, plus a couple sporadic camping trips. My mom would take my sister and I to Florida to visit my grandparents every year for spring break. And come summer, my mom, dad, sister and I would head up on our annual weeklong fishing trip to Canada.
We did this for over 15 years.
The routine was always the same. I would make my packing list a month or two before, and I'd start packing. We usually went the weekend after school got out for the summer, and the night before we would leave, I would be so excited I couldn't sleep. We would wake up super early, and hit the road.
My sister and I would be sleeping again 10 minutes down the road.
Those family vacations were full of adventure, fun, trophy fish, tasty shore lunches, and sometimes disaster. Above all, they were full of amazing memories.
I went to Canada with my parents and sister in the summer of 2008. Then, in 2009 I was in Hawaii, 2010 was my sister's wedding, and in 2011, I had such a full wedding season that I didn't have time to go to Canada.
But this year, we made it. We made plans, carved out a week in our schedules, and the 6 of us [my parents, my sister and her husband, Matt and I] went up to Canada to fish for a week.
Tony had gone up to Canada in 2009 with Erica and my parents, but this was Matt's first time coming up there. This was only the second vacation we'd ever taken with just the 6 of us too. Last year, we went on a weekend camping trip to Jay Cooke.
We spent the week at Rough Rock Lodge in Ontario; a place that my parents and grandpa have spent several trips in the past couple summers at. We fished, ate shore lunch, read books [my sister and I read books anyway], took in the pristine Canadian scenery, played Joker, and enjoyed each other's company.
It was awesome.
It wasn't my most successful trip in terms of numbers or size of fish caught, but it was memorable because it was all 6 of us together.
I think Dad is showing the guys the map of the lake here?