Sunday, July 31st, 2005
A hot and hazy week, with one night of spectacular thunderstorming. We putputted on a lengthy grass course and experienced lots of the card-game “golf.” By day: boogey boarding in rough surf, baseball tossing, jellyfish, tiny clam watching. Why does everyone leave the beach at 5PM, just when it becomes most beautiful? Two days of surf-casting with blood worms and plastic proxies produced two whiting, one spot and one croaker. We’re hooked. Surf lessons next year?