Andre’s getting wed. For his last party as a bachelor, we drank beer, fished and camped on Tomales Bay.
Friday night’s festivities in S.F. shall not be mentioned.
Saturday, we ever so casually packed boats and headed to Nick’s Cove. It was somewhere near six p.m. when I stepped on my board for the paddle to camp. The beaches were remarkably crowded. I wonder how many people were there without permits. Or perhaps it’s that Blue Water’s commercial-use permit in addition to the individual permits made for the neighbors.
Ernie made killer tacos. He’d brought a grill that sat on top of my Whisperlite. Beans were cooked at home. Salsa was super spicy. Nicely done Ernesto.
It was damn great to have a college reunion with just the guys.
The bioluminescence was strong. It was incredibly neat to paddle around in the pitch dark with every disturbance of the water sparkling like the stars.
Thankfully, we didn’t pack up on Sunday. The day was spent fishing and goofing around. We had no luck from Brent’s boat but we did catch and release a large bat ray from the beach. Warren’s boat left the bay and caught a half dozen or so rock fish (dinner) but had no luck with the salmon.
We stayed up late. Finished the beer. Ate most of the food. Walked the beach.
I’ve kayak camped on Tomales many times – usually leading college kids. This was far more fun.
I just re-certified my WFR for my fifth time. It was one of the better courses I’d taken and it was easily the most beautiful location out of all of my courses. Even more so than Jackson Hole surprisingly. Where was it? Point Bonita in Marin.
I flew out to North Carolina a few weeks ago to visit my good friend Ben. It’s not often that I can fly across the country to hang out for the weekend. I’m so glad that I did.
We packed up and drove out to the Outer Banks. Ocracoke Island was a surreal experience for me. It’s strange being in such a low-lying, flood prone area. It felt like the ocean could (and does) sweep through regularly. The water table was barely a few inches below street level and it’s like that throughout a huge area.
We had the island mostly to ourselves. It sure was quiet on the beach.
The nice, relaxing ferry rides were an added bonus.
Of course, the other highlight of the trip was visiting with Ben’s family in Wilson and seeing some of our other friends. We had a mini Utah reunion. Ethan and Kat joined us for an afternoon.
Ben was severely injured in a mountain bike crash in Bolivia. He has a traumatic brain injury. It’s a long, long recovery. His progress is testament to how fucking hard he’s working at it. Remember to visit your friends ok?
Ali and I dropped off of Sonora Pass and headed to Bodie on Saturday. The fall colors, mainly the aspens, were pretty much at their maximum peak on the drive down.
Bodie is one of the best preserved and largest ghost towns that I’ve even seen. Only South Pass City, WY is in the same realm out of the places that I’ve been.
We had two hours to roam during the golden hour. Ali says that we’re outside a lot at the golden hour.
I was especially excited by the gambling tables, an old globe and the gym equipment that were deteriorating in some of the buildings.