I remember how my dad and my older brother loved to fish. I liked it, but I was never in love with fishing. I would tag along because I knew how important it was to them, and I didn't want to miss out. We would go camping or go to Mammoth and get up before the sunrise to get the best spot on the lake. I wish now that I had the eyes I do now to take in the peace and the tranquility of the sunrise over the water, because I saw a lot of them. They were some of the best times with my dad and brother, out in nature, away from the pressures of normal life. As I got older, I remember intentionally trying to fish next to one of them, whichever one would be easier to distract, and have a long conversation. The conversations, and the silences, were different on those days.