Guy had a fantastic time fishing off the northern shore of Vancouver Island. It is one of those places that is so remote you take a plane and then a boat to get there. These kinds of trip always stir up the desire to pack up our family and move to the untamed wilds of Alaska (or the like). Then he comes home and I gently remind him that my idea of roughing it is camping at a state park 40 minutes from home and five minutes from some kind of store. Actually all I need to say is "how would you get a Pepsi out there?"
1 comments:
Please never move that far away!
It looks like Guy had a great time!
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