Ray and I spent from April to December fishing, crabbing pulling up eel pots a and looking for a new adventure never knowing what next God had in store for us it may be something great or something small God just made the time and place for us. What we did with it is up to us. We sort of went with the flow. We enjoyed what ever presented itself to us.

Just imagine you and your best friend drifting along the shoreline in your 50-year-old rowboat that has many stories of its own to tell. Ray and I both drifting off with the odor of old barnacles and other sharpie smells from a half-century of this old rowboat plying the crick inland marshes it developed a odoriferous smells of its own. Lying on the bottom falling asleep. Ray and I could not resist falling asleep the slapping of the little waves on the bottom of the boat did help us fall asleep.

The little rowboat was free to take us were ever it wanted to go. The cries of gulls and the chatter of terns as they crossed over back and forth over us they seemed to be keeping a watch over us. As we drifted dozing off a small miracle we missed was a sharply dressed kingfisher that landed on our bow and decided this was a safe spot to do a little preening and while he was at it do a little fishing. This to him seemed the safest spot in the area. However, this salty balmy air had us dreaming about a better time and place we could not even dream of as we continued to drift off under the balmy sun.

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