Ah, but let's harken back to the stress-free days of swilling beer in utter peace on the muddy shores of Lake Whatchamacallit. I can't speak for everyone, but I had a great time. I never don't like hanging out with my brothers; in fact, my single greatest regret about living on the West Coast is that I don't get to see enough of Mark and Scott. These days, I don't even get to telephone enough. But that should change as the baby matures into a... demanding... toddler... always asking for... Joey.... OK, so maybe not.
As you can see, Day One started with the water and concluded with dinner, boardgames, and dark magic. Typical Larrison vacation. The tale the photos fail to tell is the tale of the fish. Humongous amounts of fishing were done by Joshua and McKenna. Here's some evidence of the fact, if not incontrovertible truth: