Well, here they were.
First Rosco thought he might have a panic attack. You know, like maybe his dad would be a no show. Well, he hadn't ever showed up for that many things of his. Like games and school programs even when he was around. It was expected of him. Rosco thought it might turn out that way.
"Oh, no, of course not." He had been holding this campsite since last year.
"Woo, well, who were going to to go with?" It couldn't have been him. Seriously.
"Actually, it was Fred's idea." His Dad told him on their drive to the lake. "He had it in mind. Then he got sick so I went ahead and made the reservation and well, he's not with us, anymore."
Rosco looked out the window unsure of what that meant exactly.
"So, I talked it over with his wife and she said, you know, it would be a good way for me to remember him if I went anyway. And you know, I never did take you fishing like I promised." He looked over at Rosco who finally looked at him. Suddenly, it felt so hard to swallow. Rosco thought he might pass out.
"I guess you and Fred go way back?" Rosco managed to say.
"Kind of." His Dad sighed. "We worked together out at the airport. He never had any kids. Talked about his dogs an awful lot, like they were his kids. I remember him saying, why don't you ever talk about your kids? I just couldn't make him understand I'm a private person, you know."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Rosco thought he did.
"Lot of good it did me." His Dad kept driving and they drove in silence for the longest while until they got to the cabin.
"You think you'll like it here?" He asked Rosco once they got situated inside.
"Yeah, its really cool." Rosco had never been to any place quite this quiet and rustic. It was off the beaten path. Not even a state park in fact. Somewhere in the hills of Iowa.