We went to Homer for the weekend to go fishing and spend time with family. Saturday morning we all woke up to a beautiful day; the sun was shining and the water was nearly as still as glass. We made our way down to the harbor and loaded our stuff and ourselves onto the boat and set out for Little Tutka Bay and then for Jakaloff. Mercedes had to work at the Library, so it was just Steve, me, Riggy, Ben and Morgan.
On the ride over we soaked in the sunlight and the views and each other, anticipating the rest of the day that lay out ahead of us.
We met up with Rick and his guests in kayaks and chatted for a few minutes before continuing onto the house to grab some extra supplies for fishing we had forgotten. A few boats passed us but I felt by soul singing as we drew further and further away from town and people and real life.
In Jakaloff, we had a little visitor waiting to greet us, happily bobbing about in the entrance to the channel. The water was so clear that when he went under I could see his lithe body swimming, so lithely, just under the surface.
Then came the serious part of the day, it was time to fish! We buzzed around the cove, looking for just the right spot, and once we found it, Ben and Steve worked rhythmically, pulling in fish after fish, until our cooler was full and the tide was going out and it was time to get moving.
We went back to Little Tutka, and Morgan and Riggs had fun visiting with their Opa. For me it was a magical day, in which I felt renewed and recharged and at peace. And as we were heading back across the bay towards Homer, I wistfully thought that I would have stayed there forever if it was possible, suspended in time to relive those beautiful hours over and over.
