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Dear Jim

23 Aug

Dear Jim,

Life got too much so I peaced out and went fishing for a while. I feel like you’d appreciate my logic. Mackarel is delicious, just to let you know. Cod is nice as well.

Was antsy to get home a few days ago but when I went to do anything about it, I ended up booking a ticket (one way) to Mexico and deciding to let the cards fall where they may. I miss Frank something awful but I feel like you and he will understand. I’m going on another walkabout. I’ll come back better and the person I and you and he like me to be. 

The ocean is lovely and fog and rain and waves and storms and humidity can’t beat me. I grow stronger.

I had squash last night and thought of you and your lovely garden and your lovely Elisa (best cook in the world) and I smiled in my heart. I miss you, buddy, but I’m doing it. I’m going to keep on.

I wish you could write back, I wish I could hear your voice, but is it crazy that I do hear your voice and know what you would likely write and that is enough for me these days? I think I’m coming to terms.

Until the day, 

Your Lins, avid fisherperson and wandering soul

A Good Day is Hard to Find

16 Aug

My favorite mackarel. 

Mackarel like morning

8 Aug

​Dear Jim, 
This morning, on my first cast, I caught a beautiful and delicious looking mackarel. You’d approve of this life I think. 
Miss you buddy,

Lins

Please Keep Off the Beach Today

28 May

Maine has been a little weird so far. Beautiful and picturesque for sure, however I do wish I could come up with some better adjectives. I suppose I’d say this is what I imagine living inside of a postcard calendar at my Grandmother’s house would be like. Since arriving and moving in, starting work, figuring out where my phone gets service and how to share crappy internet with too many people, I have had a little bit of time to explore.
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Next door is a very nice older couple that love to garden and put great pride in making their flowers an experience on the island. She’s always out there working. People walk along the paths in the village, as there are no paved streets or sidewalks or drainage or anything of the sort. Everyone that lives here says hello when they walk past and drop little bits of news or help as you might need. This is the only way I know of getting weather forecasts. The tourists come to birdwatch and hike and have the artistic revelation experience so they all carry large cameras and binoculars. They’re all nice too, because unless you live in a remote area of Maine, it’s a serious bitch to get here. Rusty lives on the swim beach and has back problems so doesn’t fish as much anymore. He also offers to take Inn employees to the nearby Manana island for free by his boat if we like, which is a fun perk to knowing all your neighbors.
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A few steps farther and you reach the store, a one room building where you can buy fresh vegetables, milk, eggs, dry goods, toothpaste, cookies, sandwiches, and beer. It is the only place for me to purchase overpriced candy for miles in every direction. le sigh. Keep going and you reach the one room post office that he signals is open for the day by raising the flag. In theory mail comes on Monday, Wedneday, and Friday. There are also art galleries, a brewery, the novelty where you buy wine and pizza and ice cream, and the fish house which isn’t open yet. In the other direction in the village is the small library, a one room schoolhouse that is basically a multipurpose community center, a little church, a ton more art galleries, a really old cemetary, and on top of the hill, the lighthouse.

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At night we’ve been meeting down at the dock and fishing. So far we’ve only caught pollock. It is a blast though. The bioluminescent water makes it all the more other-worldly as we talk shit to each other, get to know each other, and debate bait and tackle issues. Some nights are crystal clear and we learn about astronomy from our sage elders and some nights a fog rolls in (the kind that cancels planes and boats and helicopters) and you can’t even see Manana Island, which is just across the harbor. It has been pleasant. Except the baby seal incident.
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Today this sign was tacked up by the swim beach. A poor baby seal got lost and came into the harbor alone. I don’t know what happened yet, but I hope his mama seal finally found him. I’m sure someone will have followed all the baby seal gossip. Poor little guy.

***Update on the baby seal. He made it back to the ocean and we’re fairly certain he’s with his mama and is going to make it. Phew!

Burnin’ Rubber

13 Apr

This weekend I took Wally (that’s my Airstream’s name) out and about for some New Mexican adventures. I got her a new trailer adapter for this trip, to convert the 7 pin system to 6 flat, so that the tail lights and blinkers would work with my truck and I wouldn’t have panic attacks about changing lanes on the highway.

As it turns out, when the adapter is plugged in, my right side trailer brake randomly engages and won’t let up. I found this out when the trailer jolted me to a stop and smoke came up from my tire. Absolutely terrifying. The only solution I could come up with on the road was to leave the adapter unplugged (meaning no turn signals and tail lights).

So that’s an electrical issue, the first of probably many issues to come. Life is largely just maintenance anyhow, so that’s ok.

Fishing was awesome except I met my white whale, a monster channel cat, that literally swam just at the surface in front of me for about half an hour, looking me in the eye and snubbing my bait. No doubt he was laughing at me and calling me names. I must catch that fish. So I was so focused on him I completely ignored the trout and wound up not catching anything at all. No worries. It was still a good day with Frank.

The water valve on Wally has been shut for so long that I needed a wrench to unscrew it, and of course I didn’t have one. So we drank bottled water and showered at the campground. Add bring a wrench and WD-40 to the list. Also add ‘figure out the toilet and blackwater tank’ to that list, because the year long rule of don’t poop in the trailer still stands, and can add a splash of excitement when you leave in a hurry in search off a campground toilet and forget your headlamp.

Overall the trip was great, even though the brake issue is terrifying. Frank and I had fun and that’s what matters. I got to drive my rolling toaster around and that is a great feeling.

Hopefully my restoration project won’t take my entire income this summer.

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Gone Fishing

5 Oct

Killing time before work. However, it’s hot as shit today.

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