I took off yesterday around 2 to coincide with a 3 ft. low tide. It was a bit windy, sort of overcast, not a soul in sight for the next 3 hours. There was something melancholy about the day, it made me think of an Ingmar Bergman movie for some reason.
I was searching for a particular type of shell to send to a couple of carver friends in British Columbia.
I've got so much time to do stuff like this now that I'm not training for races. My time outdoors has a lot more variety.