David Multer

No summer can go by without a trip to Chutes and Ladders in Houghton. No good photos of the gigantic slides, but playing at the beach is always fun.

A typical scene for Gabe. He starts fishing pretty much from when he wakes up to when the sun goes down. Even more amazing, the sun goes down around 11pm this time of year. Gabe’s a fishing maniac.

A few random shots from up north. St. Anne’s church in Calumet is really a beautiful building. The moose mobile is quite a site as well. Back at home, plenty of kids and no shortage of fun.

Nothing like being dragged behind a boat at high speed in an inflatable tube.

The big event this summer is Gordy’s wedding. Time to welcome the new members of the family, Donna and her daughter Annie.

It’s pasta night at our cabin. We still call it Rose’s and I suspect we always will. There are a lot of hungry kids lined up out on the porch. Gabe really went and did it this time. Everyone heads out to Jacobsville for some fun out by the lighthouse. Gabe of course has to squeeze in some fishing at the opening of the channel into Lake Superior. After about 4 casts with a big lure, he announces he’s got a fish. A little while later, with help from Uncle George, they haul in a 42.5 inch, 17 pound northern pike. It’s the biggest pike anyone has ever seen up here. It’s no fish story, and we’ve got the pictures to prove it! ...

Gabe’s next nice catch is this sweet northern pike. It’s really quite a nice catch right off the dock. It’s good enough to bring grandpa out to have a look.

Gabe has gone hog wild for fishing this year. Monica and Gabe show off the first nice catch of the summer for Gabe. We don’t typically show off the rock bass he catches by the dozens each day, but this one ain’t no rock bass baby!

It’s always a beautiful day in Bootjack, and it often ends with a spectacular sunset.

It’s that time of year again. Charlotte heads out to the beautiful shores of Portage Lake for many weeks of unmitigated fun. Sure wish I was going with them, though the long trip through Minneapolis airport isn’t something I really dream about.