On the fourth day of Christmas
22 December, 2020
Laurie has one on!
Today was fairly mundane. We had breakfast, loaded the gear in the truck, and went to fish. While the winds were high this morning, we hunkered down behind the truck until they diminished. Nothing special happened, we just had a good day at the beach. Sometimes that’s enough.
I haven’t avoided the news, but I haven’t put the effort into reading it that I normally do. Normally I gobble up information every day, thinking that the more I know the better I can navigate the world. We’ve reached a point where I feel that Laurie and I are doing the best we can with this situation…..so the need for more information is pretty moot. I still read a bit but not much.
I haven’t avoided the news, but I haven’t put the effort into reading it that I normally do. Normally I gobble up information every day, thinking that the more I know the better I can navigate the world. We’ve reached a point where I feel that Laurie and I are doing the best we can with this situation…..so the need for more information is pretty moot. I still read a bit but not much.
Throwing back sharks, even the ones that spur me
No one came near us on the beach today with the exception of one bird, and I had to remind him to socially distance. Turns out he was just a bait thief, wanting to steal the cut up fish on the tailgate of the truck. Just walking in his general direction causes him to flee. He’s no threat, just looking for an easy meal.
We had sandwiches and tea on the beach for lunch. We had to fish with yesterday’s frozen bait as no fresh bait is available, at least that I can find. Sharks started to hit and Laurie brought in the first one. While I was unhooking it curled around and was able to sink a dorsal spur into my wrist. Luckily it hit nothing important. I bled a bit, then cleaned it with wipes from my first aid kit and Laurie dressed it.
We had sandwiches and tea on the beach for lunch. We had to fish with yesterday’s frozen bait as no fresh bait is available, at least that I can find. Sharks started to hit and Laurie brought in the first one. While I was unhooking it curled around and was able to sink a dorsal spur into my wrist. Luckily it hit nothing important. I bled a bit, then cleaned it with wipes from my first aid kit and Laurie dressed it.
Laurie bundled up behind the truck
We continued to fish, eventually landing 6 sharks and a clear nose skate. I was throwing my metal rod for kicks (metal lures, this time a Hopkins spoon) and something slammed it! I fought it for a few minutes before it worked off of the hook. We watched military helicopters fly north up the beach towards Norfolk, returning about an hour later. As the last Huey flew by, I waved. The door gunner waived back. High point of my day.
While a tad chilly, it became quite pleasant and we basked in the sun. It isn’t the Azores, it’s not the Alps. It’s not a cafe in Paris. We’re not sharing drinks and appetizers, chatting with other travelers about how our lives are different, but surprisingly similar. It was windy. It was chilly. We sat in folding lawn chairs behind the truck to break the breeze. Nothing fancy, and nobody but us. With present conditions in the world, it was glorious.
We hope you all are healthy and safe.
We hope you all are healthy and safe.
Ghost of Christmas past
New Mexico, Christmas 2010
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