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A first Father’s Day without my Dad.

Rainy Fathers Day
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As I sit on the edge of the Saint Lawrence near Tadoussac in the rain watching the Minke whales swim by I come to grips with the realization that this is my first Father’s Day without my Dad. I’m quite emotional thinking back to the first time I ever visited the North Shore of Quebec. I was probably 10 years old and going on my first fishing trip with my Dad. Lac Malfait north of Baie Comeau. Lots of firsts on that trip. First road trip, first time fly fishing, my first trout. Realizing that he is no longer here to share things with is rough. He would have enjoyed the scenery, the chorizo and scallops I made for supper and we would have enjoyed a pint together. Happy Fathers Day Dad. Hoist a Molson Ex wherever you may be!

 

View from my tent.

View from my tent.

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