When I was a junior in college at Clemson, dad and I had an opportunity to go on a mens trip to Alaska. There were five father and son groups that were all members of dad’s church. We had such a wonderful time. I really enjoyed the home and watching them do their quiet times in the morning. We sat on the back deck and watched out for bears.
We took a small airplane to a remote village where we hiked to a river and enjoyed fishing for alaska salmon. We shipped back several large coolers with ice packs back to South Carolina and ate on this halibut and salmon for months.
I’m so grateful that dad and I were able to take this trip and spend the time together. I saw that my dad was authentic and he is who he is. There was not a seperate person that dad become in front of these other Christian men and their sons. This week long trip was special.
I grew to fall in love with getting my private pilot’s license so that I can go anywhere I dreamed that had an airport.
