Good Fishing, Thunderstorm, and Wind
by pcallies
It seemed like the wind was blowing about 10 MPH, there weren’t gusts to speak of, and there were no whitecaps. I went back to the tent and told Walter to start packing up.
We shoved off from shore about 5:30 as the sun was just rising over the trees. We crabbed our way to the southeastern-most island and then straight into the wind and waves to the bigger island. A few of the waves crashed over the bow when we rode up one wave and slapped down into the next.
Two hours after pushing off from shore, we were pulling away from the parking lot with many memories and stories.