The fog hasn’t even burned off the water yet, and someone two sites down is already backing a boat trailer toward the launch. That’s how a good day starts around here — not with an alarm clock, but with the sound of a hitch clanking loose and somebody’s kids arguing over who gets to hold the rope. By the time the sun’s high enough to matter, that same boat will be out past the bend, working a line along the reeds where the walleye like to sit.Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start writing!