One night, Lyss had made fish tacos with some cod that our neighbor Greg had caught the previous day. That night, as we were leaving, Greg asked us if we wanted a big king salmon filet. Dinner for the next night was planned. Lyss baked it with some garlic, pepper, lemon juice, and olive oil. It was spectacular. But, as good as the food was, it wasn't as good as the time spent.
Memo is my dad's sister. That side of my family is small. I only have one cousin who I haven't spoken to for a number of years, since before Bart was in high school as I recall. But when anyone comes to visit, it's a rare and special occasion.
After they left, I was fortunate enough to have the distraction of going to Sitka myself for a few days for work. When I got back, I took Malcolm and Dash and went down to Herring Cove to watch the salmon run. He was pretty impressed with the whole thing, although we were both disappointed we didn't see any bears. Next time, maybe.