Cali is still not one for letting me sleep in. Although, she easily returns to her slumbers after a brief outing, I’m wide awake with mind and body starting to ratchet up for the day. The little waves out front had some fairly good shape, so after a cup of tea I paddled out to ride a few. I worked my way down the coast to where the oyster fishermen were and checked out the day’s catch then returned to Villa Celeste and rode a few waves there. The younger couple in the camper in the back came out and caught a few fun little peelers at the point.
I kicked back on the mat finishing my book and practicing some guitar. In the afternoon there was a little shindig up at Noe’s for his wife, Estella’s birthday. There was lots of cooked shrimp, ceviche, salad and various dishes. I ate a bit of the excellent fare talking to some of the other campers then we sang happy birthday and chowed a piece of cake.
It was nap or burn off some cake, so I grabbed my bike and pedaled down the beach towards Celestino. A fisherman in gum boots was standing out on the rocks tossing a hand line out and reeling it back hand over hand. I watched him haul in a large jack to go along with another that was already hanging over his shoulder. He was using a red & white plug that looks like one I have in my tackle box.
Inspired by his success, I raced home and grabbed my stuff. I spent an hour casting away trying a couple of different lures to no avail. I was soggy and disappointed as the sun went down in a blaze of pink glory. Another beautiful evening with people walking the beach, dogs chasing balls and horse riders trotting past. Fish wasn’t on the menu, so I settled for ham, cheese and crackers under the stars.