One of the most fond memories of my youth was a bicycle day trip to Cedar Valley with "Skip" for some fishing and exploring. Uncle Gil, and Aunt Betty, were out looking for us as the sun was setting. As teens we had a bus trip to Uncle Fred's for blue berry picking, and later still we left all our fishing lures hooked in the weeds of Eagle Lake in Canada,without catching a fish. My cousin, my friend, will be greatly missed.
