Oh My God Blue
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3 min readJan 28, 2021
Lolling and bobbing down the coast towards Stinson Beach, David and I are trolling for salmon and savoring a late summer morning. I inhale deeply — the air is a delicious cocktail of ocean vapor stirred with summer heat, with a whiff of beach grass around the edges. And no smoke….
I did it! I escaped.
The boat is on autopilot and there are two rods with sardine-baited lines trailing in our wake. David and I are…