Jamie and Hannah are long gone. Barcelona or maybe Madrid by now? David has been shipped off to Gunflint for some one-on-one time with Gramma and Grampa. It is mid-morning and the Baker crew still at home have yet to shape the day. It is cold and windy and wet. The grass that should have been cut in the last couple of days will have to wait. I check the radar and the rest of the day doesn’t shake out much better. Hmmm. I notice further north, all looks good. Joseph, Joshua and I come to a quick decision: road trip.

We shove bass and crappie rods into the Suburban, pack a cooler and head o...