now it looks like it's about ready to come out...

(Monarch Caterpillar Cocoon about to Hatch. Click for a larger view)


SATURDAY
Blueberry Picking
Beachin' it at Robin's Hill Beach
Found some tree frogs
Made some delicious local pan-seared sesame tuna (new recipe)
Good Beer (Dogfish 90-minute of course)
Red Sox Win!
SUNDAY
Beach Day - It's all about the sandwich.
High Tide, Sea Dragon, Playing on the air-sand sandbar, the baby napped
Quahoggin' - only 4, but that's enough
The Mimosa is in full Bloom
More Dogfish 90-minute
Red Sox SWEEP!
So we did get up early and it turned out to be quite fruitful! We had a long walk because of the low tide, but once out there, we got into some hungry fish. Mostly, they were pounding crabs on the bottom, but some were outgoing enough to bite our offerings. Max used a white Slug-go and landed a nice 27 incher... one inch shy of a keeper. My biggest was 26" - taken with my fly rod on an olive green sand eel pattern.
All looks good for a fishing trip tomorrow except for one thing... I don't like an East wind. At sunrise the wind will change from souwest to noreast... that is if you want to call it wind. The report calls for 4-6 mph. I've got a dozen quahogs in the pot, Red Sox on as I tie up the rods. Hoping for good weather holding... Maybe I'll even get back in time to go to work... hmm.
I go to this one gas station every so often for cheap gas, and as I stood there this one particular time, this one particular early morning, numbly filling my tank, I suddenly had an unexplainable desire to indulge in a whoopie pie. Odd, I thought at this hour, that I should crave a whoopie pie.... but then it clicked as the little mini-mart's marketing ploy revealed itself to my senses... (see the list in the photo - click to enlarge)
Look what Will and I found on our walk along the power lines. Thanks Keith and Evangelina for the off-road baby jogger. We can go anywhere with that thing!
So we're driving home and I noticed a new sign on the side of the road on Route 6 on Cape Cod. It was a mile sign. I'm not talking about one of those little 2 x 6 single-digit green rectangles on a post, put there, i'm sure, to occupy your mind on long drives through such mundane landscapes as kansas or nebaska. This thing was a HUGE sign. I'd say it had to be 14 x 18 inches or so. It was a big green sign with typical white letters: "Mile 66."
Pete and I found this little guy and 3 others just like it, making its way up the tidal rivulets on Rockport's Front Beach. This is an elver, or glass eel. It's actually a baby eel on the final leg of its transformational journey as an imature "american eel." It has swum (or drifted) for the past year or so, all the way from the Sargasso Sea (north-east of Cuba) where it was born; changing from a tiny, clear leaf-like creature in it's larval stage along the way, and ending up as this elver on Front Beach. (click photos for full size view)
Eventually, if it survives the poisons in the run-off and all the kids like me, with all thier deceptive worm-covered hooks, it will eventually get the call to return to salt water and somehow, it will know how to get back to the Sargasso Sea, mate, and probably die there. (apparently scientists still do not know EXACTLY where the actual mating is going on... they're very secretive about it...)
