a night on the water
I got out fishing last night. A really beautiful night on the water. Very calm, with just enough breeze to keep the bugs away. Tons of large sand eels in the water, flipping about making a ruckus. It’s so interesting to be out there at night, it’s amazing how alien everything sounds when you can’t see very well. The small waves gurgling on the beach, the throaty coughs from waves passing within the big rocks on the jetty, a goose honking from the other end of the harbor, I really felt like a visitor.

Looking back from the water towards the small drumlin where I left the jeep, the low bushes and marsh were alight with fireflies. It looked like an aerial shot of the kickoff to the superbowl or the opening ceremonies at the Olympics, where 60,000 camera flashes are going off all at once. I’ve never seen anything like it, not at Pogue, not and Hancock Point, nowhere.

I was happy to be able to safely navigate the 1/4 mile or so off the sand flats, through the marsh and grass back to the car, without flipping on my flashlight.