It is 2:13 am. I have been lying on my back for the past several hours. Not in bed, but in the grass. A night sky. A crystal clear night sky. The only unnatural light is coming from Cape Blanco Lighthouse, twenty-some miles to the south. And even then, it only blinks once every twenty seconds. The ocean’s wave crash onto the beach only one hundred yards away. They roll up with a consistent hum – no, a consistent dull roar. The roar is broken occasionally by the call of one lonely seagull to another. An onshore breeze rustles the tall grasses. I can smell the dying campfires mixing with…

It is 2:13 am. I have been lying on my back for the past several hours. Not in bed, but in the grass. A night sky. A crystal clear night sky. The only unnatural light is coming from Cape Blanco Lighthouse, twenty-some miles to the south. And even then, it only blinks once every twenty seconds. The ocean’s wave crash onto the beach only one hundred yards away. They roll up with a consistent hum – no, a consistent dull roar. The roar is broken occasionally by the call of one lonely seagull to another. An onshore breeze rustles the tall grasses. I can smell the dying campfires mixing with…

I left my honey again to go explore! This time my mini paid vacation has taken me to the lake community of Sebastion Cove in Eatonton, Georgia. The other pilot’s parents live here and have all the cool retirement toys, including a pontoon boat which is the local preferred method for taking anglers to the many large mouth bass hiding in Lake Oconee. While I have fished quite a bit in my life, I have only fished for bass once and only for a few hours in San Vicente Reservoir in San Diego. The end result of that attempt was that I caught one fish on my bass rig, a…

Favorite lines…“Dude, we are like walking down the street with some burros!” “Whoa! The burro just cut me off!” Kenny, you make me laugh 🙂