The following photos were taken Wednesday afternoon from our little boat afloat on The Basin behind Plum Island, Massachusetts because I liked the shapes of the houses.
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It was a gorgeously hot day. We put the boat in at Hampton Harbor and motored south along the shoreline to the Merrimack River, where we spotted one seal cruising along the surface, pausing now and then to give us a brown-eyed look.
There were a few boats, and people surf fishing on the long sands on the southern side of the inlet. We stopped to cast a line now and then, while promising ourselves, “We’re never going to catch anything,” so we wouldn’t be disappointed when we didn’t.
The tide and time of day were wrong for stripers, according to the old salt. Bluefish are around still, feeding at the surface, but not for us.
“Maybe we’ve had bad luck together this summer because I’m a Pisces and deep inside I don’t really want to catch my fellow fish,” I offered idly. “Mm hm,” said the old salt.
The boat may be the place we are most content and at ease with one another, just the two of us, like a mini-Noah’s ark. I am happy to go anywhere and see anything. I love to be surrounded by sea and sky. He is relaxed and engaged, having something with a motor to drive and a fishfinder/ navigation aid to mess with.
We finished our trip with a ride up the Blackwater River in Seabrook, then cut the engines and let the outgoing tide and south wind carry us north back to the harbor. Map. We watched the marsh drift by and the water flow under the boat and it was our bliss.
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