Although school starts next week, there are still plenty of vacationers around. We popped down to the beach to find the parking lots still pretty full, even by mid afternoon. We spotted a space, though, and were about to swing into it when we noticed the passenger door was open. We decided to wait as the family seemed to be packing up. Only then did we notice that someone was standing behind the door, trying to change discreetly out of their bathing suit. Realizing we were waiting, he reached out to close the door, but thankfully, for all of our sakes, thought better of it! We were happy to wait.
We walked all the way down the beach and off into the little harbor community at the mouth of the river, where we chatted with a local gentleman who, we suspect, was sitting in a favorite spot watching the boats come and go. He told us how he used to go out fishing without worrying about what he was allowed to bring back. It’s not the case anymore, apparently. There are complicated rules about the number, type and size of fish allowed, and those who enforce the rules are known to make regular spot checks. I’m glad that someone is making sure fishing is sustainably done but I can see how the changes might make someone a little wistful.
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| One of the boats that came in at Camp Ellis while we were talking |
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