The karma around our abode became chilled for awhile after the Winter Olympics kicked into gear.
I’m not sure why. Maybe it was because we subtly assumed the cool attitude of the high flying skateboarders or totally zoned out on NBC’s continued riveting drama of the status of Bob Costa’s pink eye.
Last week I reported that the king run at The Fishing Hole had been about as productive as trolling from a boat and trailer being towed down the Seward Highway.
Things have changed a bit after a series of high tides. Fishing is picking up during both the ebb and flow of the lagoon’s salt water.
The Memorial Day weekend was primo if you were into mucking around the beaches for assorted clam-type life forms and enjoyed broiling your snow colored carcass into a glow-in-the-dark sunburn.
The tides were so low that the hordes from the north had the option to walk across to the peninsula rather than take the long way around by vehicle. From what I hear trekking would have been faster than some of the slug-crawl traffic oozing along parts of the highway.