It is fathers day, Sunday June 15th 2008. It is hard to know where to start a journal, because every time I do I think of all the things that have happened that I haven't written about and think I should and then never get started.
The need to write seemed time to start when Amelie, who is 2 and 1/2 kept saying delightful things, in this case about my parents new white fluff ball of a golden retreaver, like:
"Ruby bites like a dinosaur"
and mistaking Ruby Tuesday for Ruby Wednesday.
Thus I begin from Martha's Vineyard, where, after 10 years, I finally discovered the flyfishing possibilities on the island. After getting many great hints from Franz Froelicker about where and how to fish from shore for striped bass, I brought the whole set up, only to find, as I unpacked my rod case, that only 2 out of 4 pieces of the rod where in there.
With a little birthday help from Jen, Bruce, and Genevieve, I purchased my first true saltwater flyrod and reel, a 10 weight, and began the quest of North Eastern salt water flyfishing.
As of this writing, I have had many fishless days and one nice day out in the boat with Bruce where I hooked into 4 striped bass and landed two. I also mannaged to loose my cell phone as it dropped out of my shirt pocket into Vineyard Sound as I released a blue fish of Bruce's.
This trip has also been defined by getting off the couch and getting into shape for our first Big Mountain Telemark Camp in Portillo. It feels good to have sore legs, as the first runs and bike rides have begun to wake them up. Each run and ride has been followed by a cold dip in the ocean, and I have enjoyed the daily ritual.
Valerie and Kevin came yesterday, who I have not seen in four years, and their two children, Nicko and Anna, who are 2 and 4, are a delight. We enjoyed a great day at the Mink Meadow's beach where the three kids played endlessly in the sand.
Amelie loves to ride on my back in the ocean, which still has its spring chill. We go out, she tries to climb as far up my back as possible, and bounce and swim in the waves.
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