Here is a tree attached to San Ignacio Island. I think that’s the west side of San Juan Bautista in the background, and farther back, the mountainous spine of Prince of Wales Island.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
Arthur and I went out fishing today. Wayne didn’t come along – he’s actually more of a river fisherman and I think maybe Wayne was burned out on dealing with Arthur and me and the tension on the boat that arises due to Arthur getting upset that I can’t read his mind but I’m nevertheless supposed to be effective as second-in-command.
But we have our rhythms, I guess. And we finally caught some fish. Maybe because finally it has been raining a bit, and finally the fish decided to taste the shores.
Here is a view of where the fish were, south side of San Ignacio – to the right, from here, is the open sea, but it’s a ways down. There were broad swells but it wasn’t too windy.
Here is a view of Sunnahae – the mountain that towers over Craig – on the way back.
The bits of iron that can be found by the road rust - to look like stones
Arthur and Wayne failed to catch fish up at the north end of the island, where they’d gone off to yesterday. So they came back early. I guess the fishing season just isn’t going well, this year. Wayne said some people were catching fish, but using a brute force “snagging” method that is illegal in most parts of North America, but which is allowed in libertarian Alaska. It made him uncomfortable. He remarked that fishing like that in British Columbia – his home – that method would land you in jail.
So they came back. We were sitting in the upstairs living room area after dinner, and I looked up out the front door window and saw a bear in the driveway. I went out and managed a low-quality photo of it as it ambled toward the water cistern.
these words will precede those other words that will come until they make hills
A tree from the archives – the tree is next to a statue of 손병희 [Son Byeong Hui], a famous Korean independence activist. I took the picture in 2009, in downtown Seoul.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
I made a decision to not accompany Wayne and Arthur on the planned fishing trip up to Whale Pass. I feel a bit bad about it – like I kind of dumped Arthur on Wayne. But I was just feeling overwhelmed and burned out. I did talk with Wayne some – I said that I think Arthur was being more judgemental with me and less patient in general, during Wayne’s visit – because he feels pressure to be a good “host” and all that BS.
Anyway. I’m sitting alone at the house here at Rockpit, and with no car, either. And they’re off fishing up north.
So I’ll see what happens.
Black Box, “Everybody, Everybody.” This is from 1990, and the origins of the “house” musical genre.
You won’t belong to me, I let you down
I walk around and see your night skyline
I feel the light but you don’t want to stay
So lonely now, just let me off downtown
Sad and free, sad and free
Sad and free, sad and free
When I said, it was over you aimed at my heart
Won’t be long for I’m leavin, all my love
But I’ll feel it forever, no sound’s in my life
You can call that no livin, on my own so free
Everybody, . . .
Another difficult day. Sometimes I feel as if Arthur spends half of his time cussing at his frustration with whatever current shortcoming he’s struggling with, and the other half of his time telling me in what way I’m screwing up. And so it goes.
A tree can be seen, reflected in the water at lowish tide, as we prepared to go out fishing in the boat. Arthur didn’t tell Wayne or me about his intentions – we noticed he had the motor running on the boat and was ready to go.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
It's not easy, with the rain and wind: The boat's propeller was tangled by badly aimed fishing line. I thought we would hit rocks. "Use the small motor!" he was yelling. We went east, rocking, slow.
Today was a stressful day. It involved going out with two older men in a boat fishing, but neither of those men listen to me or each other. Everyone giving instruction, no one receiving instruction. Well – it was “too many cooks in the kitchen,” but involving navigating a boat in rain and fairly strong winds.
I saw this tree by the pond on a short walk, later.
A red-leafed plant:
[daily log: walking, 3km]
I was waiting here... awaiting the forecast rain... it rains with the dawn
the sea opens out beyond the point, and it thrusts its wide swells at you, devouring time with glintings that jump off the rumples scarring the edges and white-capped tips of the round surging waves.
Wayne, Arthur, and I went out fishing today. It was the longest fishing excursion I’ve been on with Arthur – we left early and got back well after 3 pm. Arthur normally does a half-day excursion, so this was a long day. We could tell he was exhausted.
Arthur managed to catch one king salmon. We were at Ulitka Bay, on the northwest tip of Noyes Island.
There were a lot of boats there: you can see them in this picture.
Here is the fish.
Here is the view from where the fish was caught.
We also got two other smaller fish, sea bass I think. When we got back, we prepared to cut them up. Arthur was grumpy despite having caught a fish, I think because he was tired.
Later, we cooked some of the salmon and ate it.
The rest of the fish was vacuum-packed and put in the freezer.
the fish wait below the fish wait but swim around the fish wait and dread
for so many days it was dry - unusual... just now i felt rain