Grandpa Jack and I figured we couldn't go wrong with Davis Lake. You might remember Davis Lake from 2014 when Lilly alone caught 26 fish in just a couple of hours. How could we go wrong?

Well, start with good weather. Everybody knows fishing is better in the pouring rain. This time we had blue skies and a light breeze. It was far too nice.

Add the kids' fatigue from an all-day drive the day before. Sure, they were jacked out of their minds with excitement on arriving at Grandpa's Shack and getting to sleep in a teepee, but nobody sleeps well in a teepee. Especially not when one of the party snores and the dog decides children are more comfortable beds than her towel on the floor.

Round it off with a decided dearth of fish and a clear memory of the last time when we couldn't escape the fish. While we did catch a few fish they were few and far between.

So it was a disaster, right?

Actually, no.

It was a blast. The kids didn't do a ton of fishing, but they had fun. They found that if they loosened the straps on their boats they could turn around and race. We found turtles lazing in the sun and the kids took that as a cue; they leaned back and let the wind push them around. (There's little more relaxing than floating in a cold water lake while the sun warms you from above.)

I wish I could explain how this happened, but no luck. Once again the kids and their flexibility astounded me. Even though we didn't catch many fish, I guess I had fun, too.