Stranded with My Stepbrother
Shimmer Lake, our destination, was a mere twelve feet from us, sparkling, as its name implied, in the sunlight.
Tall, skinny pine trees and some birch fell all over each other to create dark, mysterious tangles of trees all around the lake. Not that all of the lake could be seen from this one spot. According to Hank, you could portage through seven lakes just by accessing this one. The lakes we’d be fishing were Shimmer Lake, North Shimmer, and Little Shimmer.
“Okay, everybody out! We need to unload, then the menfolk need to get the boats in the water,” Hank said.
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