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October 29, 2002

Fishing Report I seem to

Fishing Report

I seem to have an hour or two free, finally, though that won't last once I get home. I have to say that of all the things I missed while out on the beach, blogging wasn't one of them. I can't say that I was very surprised at that. The actual act of post creation seemed increasingly onerous the week or two before I left. At the time I blamed it on the drudgery of creating both daily posts and future posts, though when it came down to the "Blogging for the future" stuff was way more enjoyable. My problem lies in the fact that I tend to grasp at some formula as a panacea for whatever problem I feel that the blog is having at the moment. Lack of content? Two posts a day, one about the war or politics, and one about something else. Lack of outgoing Links? Carnival of the Vanities. After a while it stops feeling organic, and I switch to some other formula. I'm going to to try to abandon that, see if I can get back into the space I was using when I initially started . I'm thinking of ripping out comments and traffic tracking, and I spend way too much with those each day, and they don't really add that much.

Enough of that. Here's the fishing report, like you care anymore about it than you would about my various ways around blog block.

I went down on Monday, after an hour or two of walking around the house looking for stuff that might come in handy. After packing my third bottle opener I decided that if I hung around the house any longer I would end up stuffing the entire house into the Explorer. The trip down was uneventful, chiefly characterized by my panicked speeding in the last half- hour of the trip, as I attempted to stuff 45 miles of two lane country highway into 30 minutes. (I ended up stuffing it into 38 minutes, which was good enough to save my ferry reservation). Note to self; Durham to Cedar Island is a minimum 4 hour trip, even if you do know the back ways. Once I was actually on the Island, I spent another half hour trying to find the house. Even though I actually turned down the road to it more than once, each time I looked at the vista before me and decided that there was absolutely no way this could be the correct route, even though that is what the map insisted. This experience was replicated by every one of the 11 of us who eventually showed up. Had someone physically decided to hide the house, they could not have done a better job. It was the combination of the actual road condition (extremely rutted), an the optical illusion of it ending it front of a much newer house than the one we were staying in.

The Soundfront Inn itself is....huge, and made entirely out of wood that looks likely to burst into flames at any second. Literally the first thing I did was test the fire alarms, before I unpacked, before I even opened a beer, if you can believe that. I was calculating escape routes in the event of fire from the moment I walked in. I shouldn't speak too ill of the house, though. I calculate escape routes everywhere. I don't remember whether to blame this on being a parent or on 9/11, but I still do it. My other big occupation on Ocracoke was how to escape a tidal wave should one come along, and I revised my plans 5 or 6 times a day depending on my location.

So it was a tinderbox, but with alarms at least, and you could see the light house from the back yard. Hell, I coulda thrown a rock and hit the lighthouse. And it was huge, and cheap, if a bit architecturally upsetting. It appeared as if there were, at a minimum, four separate additions to the original house, none of which were intended to be anything other than functional. I was finding new rooms two days after I arrived. Wouldn't want to stay there in the summer, though, or with women. No heat or air conditioning, and the mosquitos were everywhere outside. The first few minutes of any trip out were spent killing them in the car, and the ruts in the road got larger and wetter with ever passing day. It's not a place to stay at if you have bug issues, or do not possess a 4WD.

That said, it was a palatial well-appointed mansion compared to what we were used to from previous trips. I'll probably book it for next year.

Update: That does say "Fishing Report" up at the top, doesn't it? Well, Monday they were fishing the Sound when I arrived, as surf-casting into the ocean had been less than productive. It was that way all week for us. We eventually discovered the inlet at the south of the island, and caught the vast majority of our fish there. Not much was pulled out sound side Monday, though we did catch a few undersized red drum, some pinfish and one enormous eel.

Posted by Bigwig at October 29, 2002 04:18 PM | TrackBack
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