Every year my dad and I make an annual pilgrammage to the southernmost point of the United States. Like birds migrating with the seasons, we board planes from our separate cities and start the journey to better weather and open water.
Our destination is Key West. The logic for our trip is simple, a weekend in a place steeped in the history of freedom and bad decisions is the perfect location for an annual mental reset. This year (2019), we’re starting our trip with a morning of fishing. So on Friday night we touch down in Miami, pick up our rental car, and make the drive down to Marathon to fish the next day…