We heard this morning that they took 380 kilos to the Coop - this doesn’t include the "keys" sold to the very drunk, very raucous, very desperate to purchase Canadians and Americans lining the ramp throwing fistfulls of $20 at the shrimpermen when they came in at 10:30pm. Mike figures they brought in 400 kilos of shrimp. It was quite a night.
Morning dawned warm and bright (hot and bright for some) and the tide was WAY out again. We took the kids out and we walked the beach and combed for "roadkill" - we found 2 crabs and one large clam. It is lunchtime and Ellen is still not ready to cook her clam. Soon after the tide started coming back in a fog came in with it and we’ve been socked in all day. Tide is high now and fog has finally receded. The day seems upside down; tide was out in the morning and it is way in this afternoon. We have two shrimp boats in the bay and they are so fascinating with their nets spread wide. They look like something you’d find in the South Seas. As I type this, my back is baked by the sun, waves are crashing no more than 10ft away, my feet are covered in sweet sand and the kids are frolicking on the beach. If that isn’t enough to hate me, I’m not sure what is.