It’s been good. My wetsuit is always wet, trying to dry on the front porch – along with abalone shells, scallops and various other unlucky creatures. I feel rich that I can ride my bike to a suspect rock, dive in and on a single breath grab an octopus for dinner. Quarter pound scallops are a nice addition along side a slab of fresh King salmon, maybe ill wrap it in tentacles and bacon for good measure.


I'll take that.
I’ll take that.