Homosassa

My Dad loves to go scalloping.  He's gone every year for years now, on opening day, July 1st.  He rents a house or hotel for a week or so, braves the long boat ride to a sweet spot, snorkels around searching for little blue eyes and usually brings home a boat load to fry up for eating.

We, our little family, are not ready for all that, yet.  We have 1 good swimmer, 2 nappers, a just-learned-to-walk-er, 1 with an attention span that lasts longer than 2 minutes and a mom with little patience left after an hour long drive there.

So . . . I live vicariously through my dad and his experiences.  One day, I'll get to go scalloping and I think I'll like it.

We do still make an attempt to visit him and usually get to take a boat ride while visiting with the cousins.

Usually Nathan's attention span for fishing lasts about 2 minutes.  This time, it was a whopping 4 minutes.  Makin' progress, ma, makin' progress.

Trying to protect his little brother.

BAIT!

Sweet cousins.

All 3 of our kids have acted like this thing was as comfortable as it looks.

Down/out-of-the-sun time.

 

Nathan taking another stab at fishing, with Uncle Mark's guidance.

 

 We heard CowPapa head off to the bedroom talking on his phone, then after what seemed like an eternity, we realized he was missing.  So, the 3 musketeers went looking for him.

No, that is not his corpse.

I love the 3 smiling faces after finding their grandfather snoring in the next room.