Fourth day

It's my fourth day on the boat. Each day has been beautiful.

Yesterday morning I awoke to fog. It was thick and mysterious. I could hear the cargo vessels sounding their fog horns. Like the fog does, it was burned off by the sun. Lots of analogies could be made of that.

I took a fishing rod and some rigs and walked along the beach to the jetties. Along the way I saw the angel wing shell. There were many shells on the beach, along with shark's teeth, that were brought in by the extra high neap tides.

I fished the rocks on the ebbing tide. The fish were safe from me today. But I enjoyed every minute of standing in the surf casting. I caught a shark the day before and released it. It isn't the catching as much as the anticipation. Either way, the fish and I both win.




Last night there was a perfect little sliver of a crescent moon. It hung in the sky for a brief time and then set. The sunsets don't usually disappoint. It was nice to have dinner watching the sun go down with a million dollar view.

I don't have any drama to write about, no bad feelings to air, no resentments to harbor. I am one lucky guy.