Bonding In Bangor
The last time we were away alone - just my dad and me - was so long ago, my mind plays back the memories in sepia tones. We spent five days horseback riding and fishing in the backcountry of California's High Sierras. I was fifteen. Oh man, I can still smell the catfish smoking on that cedar fire. Since then, we'd enjoyed each other's company on several family vacations, but we hadn't experienced that archetypical father and son bonding that only occurs when everyone and everything simply gets out of the way.