The Grumpy J could very well be parked in our driveway as a sign and reflection of our mood rather than silently sitting at dock waiting her next turn at sea. What started as a dark morning walk soon turned to thickening rain clouds and ran us out early—we only got one lap done.
One lap; but enough time to note that the Coast Pride is getting new line strung from the big truck on shore as she hovered at the recreational dock and the Cape Fowlweather is back in port dumping her catch to the seafood factory.
The gull still sits patiently on her perch above low tide in a picture pose filled with the color grey, matching our moods.
Winter is moving to the Oregon coast. We’re still here; still waiting on Marc’s knee to heal.
