And then came the final bit o’ celebrating Phil’s birthday. Originally, the plan was to go deep-sea fishing on a half-day boat with my dad and Mikey, but then my dad suggested lake fishing on a pontoon boat instead so that all the kids could come. Turned out that was the better idea, although Grandma wasn’t able to join us this time.
You ready for this, big daddy?
You ready for this, small photo bomber?
Our skipper for the day.
Our supervising fish finder for the day.
The kids each took a turn being first mate. (All nautical terms in this post brought to you by the opening song of Gilligan’s Island. And they say you don’t learn anything from watching TV.)
“If not for the courage of the fearless crew…” (darn, now the song is stuck in my head.)
Our own personal Gilligan. Heh heh, she was enjoying driving the boat a leetle too much.
Grabbing a few very bright rays.
Deep talks with Grandpa.
It took a long while to find the fishing spot. Mostly because Grandpa forgot exactly where the fishing spot was.
Don’t think she minded, though.
Or her.
Or him.
Exact fishing spot or no, we actually did drop some lines into the water this time.
Grandpa brought a pole for everyone, even this guy. Which is why they are best friends.
