I awakened to the steady murmuring of two male voices deep in conversation. I had fallen asleep after moving to the back seat of the Suburban to watch the movie “Ocean’s Thirteen” with my three grown daughters.
After a Sunday afternoon at the 90th Hommel reunion at Province Park in Franklin, we set out at 4 p.m. for our 1,200-mile family tradition of heading to northwest Ontario for a week of walleye and northern pike fishing and shore lunches. But this year was different in a variety of ways — for one, Steve and I realized that the opportunity for everyone’s schedules to continue to sync may be coming to an end. Secondly, we were taking our new son-in-law, Michael Tillman, with us.
Did I mention it’s a 1,200-mile, approximately 21-hour road trip? Imagine being trapped in the third seat of a Suburban with your beloved bride of four months, her sisters, two dysfunctional parents and a week’s worth of fishing gear.