To get to Dad's from the Oregon side of the river, the quickest way is the ferry.
I only hung off the bow and yelled "I'm King of the World" once.
Family dinners around the table are good, the brothers always happy to have "Sis" home to cook.
But introducing your 92 year old Dad to his first Five Guys burger during a road trip - priceless.
Finally, with Mom and Step Mom both looking down on all of us from Heaven going "don't go swimming for an hour after you eat", we realized one thing. With Dad waiting "safely in the jeep" with camera and cooler, one is NEVER too old to jump in the old swimming hole when it's 98 degrees out.
Cheers! (Or should I say CANNONBALLLLLL!)