"I never could read no road map, I don't know what the weather might do.
But hear that witch wind whinin and see that dog star shinin',
I got a feelin there's no time to lose, no time to lose."
WELL, IT'S KINDA LIKE BEING IN THE AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL TOWER, LOTS OF STUFF TO KEEP TRACK OF AND COMMUNICATE, NO WAY TO REALLY DO ANYTHING. OUR SAGA IS TAKING PLACE IN TWO SEPARATE PLACES, WITH THE GOAL TO MAKE IT ONE. CAPT. BEJARANO AND HIS TRUSTED DECKHAND SMEE ARE IN CABO. IT'S 140 MILES FROM CABO TO MAG BAY, AND IT'S ALL UP HILL THIS TIME OF YEAR. WHILE THE WEATHER AT MAG BAY ITSELF IS VERY FISHABLE, THE WEATHER IN BETWEEN THE TWO PLACES HAS NOT BEEN, AND SO CAPT. B AND S HAVE TRIED TWICE TO BRING THE BOAT UP TO MAG BAY, AND TURNED BACK TWICE. IT LOOKS AS THOUGH THEY WILL GET THERE TODAY HOWEVER, AND AT THE TIME OF THIS WRITING ARE ALREADY PLYING THE BRINY. MEANWHILE OUR FIRST WEEKS CUSTOMERS HAD TO COOL IT FOR A DAY IN LA PAZ, AND THEN HEADED OVER WITH BOBO, WHO HAD TAKEN THE BUS BACK FROM CABO, TO SAN CARLOS. THEY SPENT THE NIGHT IN SAN CARLOS AND THEN TOOK THE PANGA WITH JUAN III TO THE HOUSE, ALONG WITH ALL OF THE SUPPLIES TO MAKE OUR HOVEL A HOME. WHILE BOBO AND JUAN III SET UPON THE DOMESTIC CHORES OUR LOYAL CUSTOMERS WENT OUT FISHING WITH SOME FRIENDS OF OURS IN SAN CARLOS, THE FIRST DAY OF OUR MAG'NIFICENT 2011 SEASON. ONE OF THE FISHERPERSONS HAS NEVER CAUGHT EITHER A MARLIN OR A WAHOO, AND OUR GOAL THIS WEEK IS TO RIGHT THIS INJUSTICE. YESTERDAY PART 1 WAS CORRECTED, WITH THE TAKING, AND RELEASING, OF 2 STRIPED MARLIN AND ANOTHER LOST AFTER 1/2 HOUR. THEY ALSO TOOK A DORADO WHICH BOBO TURNED INTO A SUMPTUOUS REPAST SOME HOURS LATER. THEY HAD A GOOD TIME, AND WERE ENSCONCED AT CASA LANGOSTA BEFORE SUNSET. IT'S STARTIN' TO SHAPE UP. WHEN CAPT. JUAN AND SMEE ARRIVE IN MAG BAY THIS EVENING ALL THE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE WILL BE IN PLACE AND CAPT. JUAN AND BOBO CAN BEGIN TO MAKE THEIR MAGIC. I KNOW THAT IT'S A BIT COMPLICATED, AT LEAST FOR ME, AND BEING ABLE TO TALK WITH THESE GUYS EVERY FEW HOURS BY CELL IS BOTH A BLESSING AND TORTURE TO THOSE OF US WHO ARE DESKLOCKED. THE FISH ARE THERE, THE PLAYERS ARE ALL ABOUT TO CONVERGE, THE CUSTOMERS ARE HAPPY, IT'S GETTIN' GOOD. MAG BAY AIN'T AN EASY THING TO SETUP, GET TO, OR OPERATE, BUT THE BEST THINGS HARDLY EVER ARE.
MEANWHILE THE FISHING IN LA PAZ HAS BEEN GOOD, NOT GREAT. THE LAST THREE DAYS HAVE BEEN OUR FIRST STRONG BLOW OF THE FALL, AND THAT IS LIMITING. STRIPED MARLIN, A FEW DORADO, AND SOME BITTEN OFF RAPALA'S HAVE KEPT FOLKS ENTERTAINED AND FILL UP THE FREEZER AS WELL, SO WHILE NOT EXCELLENT, IT AIN'T BAD.
AS USUAL ALL NAMES HAVE BEEN DISGUISED OR OMMITTED, ON THE OFF CHANCE, THAT ONE OR TWO OF THEM MIGHT BE INNOCENT OF SOMETHING.
"I'm still walkin', so I'm sure that I can dance,
Just a Saint of Circumstance."
all quoted lyrics by Robert Hunter
