Anaho Bay

Greatest Day Ever

 

Yes, it is a blatant and undefendable exaggeration, but the simple emotion draws me toward it.  It was such a wonderous day—much easy pleasure and one spectacular event.

I woke and went spearfishing for a bit.  We didn’t have any luck…then, but Herb managed to lose his spear on his first shot ever.  So that was a drag.  But we went back to our friend Mike’s boat, an amazing 55” cat, snorkeled for an hour, then ate ham sandwiches then decided to get the dive tanks and go back for Herb’s spear.

This was an absurd unlikelihood, but one must try these things.  After all, I found my dinghy, and that was one in a gazillion odds.  SO we went after the spear too.  And of course, Herb finds it.  Some how it hadn’t plunged into the unforgivable depths of the cliffs we were fishing, but had wound up on a ledge, and he had dove right to it.  This was a wonderful stroke of fortune and took all three of us over the brink

into a euphoric experience of the afternoon—which we all dedicated to boat work.  But what wonderful work it was.  Delightful.  Then Brian came into the anchorage as the sun was dipping low.  And then the wind picked up to a howl and here we are.

 

It was a fine day.  I swear.