The Fishing Hole

It was Harry’s favorite time of the year. Summertime, late evening, with a cool breeze blowing the heat of the day away. At last it was time to head down to the ol’ fishing hole. It was a special place that he had been going for half of his ten year lifespan. First, hand in hand with his Dad, and now that he is “older”, he’s been walking there on his own for the whole summer.


1.7 Miles

Time Required: 
1 hour(s) 15 mins