While Beatrice and I went to Atlanta, Zack ventured up to June Lake to go fishing with his Dad and 15 other friends and family. All men, as it is, and has always been, a "boys weekend." I keep telling Glen that with THREE granddaughters, he may have to rethink this 'boys weekend'.
I did convince Zack to take some pictures this time. And I think I've discovered the secret to the boys' WILD fishing weekend: puzzles!
Wild men...and cold fish.
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