Hiawatha

Summer, 2002.

My fahter at Hiawatha again. Another summer, another visit. Except this time it was just the men, the women and children had long since stopped going. But, I think that was okay with them, it meant more time to fish. Also, for my father, it meant more time to read.

Though, this picture might make you think otherwise, my father never actually fished while he was there. He admired the fish that the others caught, but he didn't do it himself. No, he stayed back and read, while the others went out on the boat, and just relaxed in the sun. His idea of the perfect vacation.

He looked forward to those few days a year. Away from work and the noise and confusion of every day life (and yes, of my mother and I). Days where he could relax in the sun in one of his favourite places with a good book, a few good friends, and maybe a fish or two.