One of my favorite memories of Thanksgiving didn't involve turkey or a huge gathering. One year my honey (husband); son; brother; SIL and parents all met at an acquaintance's cabin on a Lake Clark Hill. We packed the car with the planned Thanksgiving dinner. We wrote down ides for activities. It was all fun, but my favorite thing was meeting my brother around 3:30 in the morning to fish.
The lake was just behind the cabin. I remember us sitting on the little dock, not saying much at all...just listening to an occasional tree frog or splash of a fish. I also remember how tranquil it was. I've wished I could relive those few hours many times, they were that special. Maybe some day. Does anyone else have a favorite "spot" that brings a warm, fuzzy feeling?
I have an old Willow Creel similar to this to remind me of that day.