Remember a few months ago when I wrote about my excitement of taking my child lake trout fishing on Lake Michigan and we were going to depart in June? Well the captain cancel-led that trip because of all the rain we received during those two weeks.

So I said to my son, “Don’t be disappointed, we rescheduled the trip and it happens to land about the time of your eighth birthday, so it will just be an extra present.” He was rather disappointed but took the brochure into his room and pinned it on his board.

How about I talk about the brochure first. The picture of the boat is beautiful, the day is sunny and the fly bridge is open to be fished from, the interior pictures have great big strong men holding trophy lake salmon.

I’m about to make up my own brochure for the captain of this vessel. First of all I’d need to take a new picture of the boat, it apparently hasn’t been washed or cleaned since the other picture was taken.

When we are getting ready to depart which was postponed from 3:30 p.m. to 5:30 p.m., two single mom’s with their only sons load their cooler and food and get ready for departure. The day was sunny and beautiful. I asked if I could fish from the fly bridge because it was such a beautiful day. I was told that the fly bridge wasn’t available. Available or closed, under construction?

I looked up at the ceiling above the captain and I understood if I was fishing from the fly bridge I would more than likely end up in the captain’s lap.

The captain’s wife smoked cigarette after cigarette —Connor has asthma — and to top it off their smelly dog has accompanied us on our trip. Basically we don’t have enough room for all of us on this fishing trip. So I’m sitting on a cooler and Debbie is perched on a stool.

I could throw this under the bus if we had caught a fish. Skunked! Hundreds of dollars for this charter, which I renamed the S.S. Tidy Bowl.

What I learned. My son has grown out of the snuggle stage. But I took a boat ride with my 8-year-old and he sat close to me and leaned back into my arms and held my hand. He looked up at me with great big blue eyes and said, “Thanks for the boat ride, Mom, I’ll catch my salmon limit with my dad when I go to Washington.”

Keewaunee is a long drive for a boat ride but it really is about the journey and not the destination. We had a great car ride home, and I found a new place where I like to eat. Yes, me, the food snob, likes to eat at Denny’s.

I will keep in my heart the day I held my child and had the best boat ride of my life. When I got home my mom had a load of fresh white peaches so I made a cobbler. It’s fast and easy — just make sure all the fruit is fresh.

Barb Hanson’s Peach Cobbler

1 stick of butter

1 cup sugar

1 1/2 cup flour

1 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

1 cup milk

Cream the butter and the sugar together; sift the dry ingredients. Alternate the dry ingredients and the milk into the creamed mixture. Place batter in a lightly greased 13 by 9 inch pan.

Mix 2 1/2 cups fresh peaches or 2 cups fresh blackberries with 1 1/2 cup sugar and spread over the batter.

Boil 2 cups water and place on top of the fruit and sugar mixture. DO NOT STIR!! Bake at 350 for an hour.

Serve warm with a good vanilla ice cream or fresh whipping cream. Hug your kids and have a great week in the kitchen.