by Judith St. Gaudens
The sun is blazing through the clouds now, burning off the moisture. Looks like it’s going to be a hot one. Well, perhaps. But, don’t forget the balmy breezes that blow off the bay and cool our damp skin.
Finding a place to sit on the beach is never a problem. If one strolls at the surf-line long enough, one will spot the perfect restaurant or beach bar. The beach goes on, and the beach goes on. Umbrellas of different colors distinguish each establishment from its neighbor. I try to find a place with the least expensive beer. Sea Monkey is one such place. Located a block or two north of what used to be Los Muertos Pier, you’ll find palapa style umbrellas placed along the beach. Take a chair, slather on some sun block (because no umbrella can filter out the reflection from the sand and water), order a $10 peso cerveza, (about $1 US), sit back, and watch the show. Or, read a book. Or, take a siesta.
You might see a surf fisherman teasing the pelicans with his baited hook. The pelicans chase the bait as the fisherman reels in his line. You will see the eight remaining pilons of the Los Muertos Pier…gone but not forgotten and soon to be rebuilt.
The other day, eight net-fishers parked their gear in front of where I sat. They just stood around, eating, drinking, texting. Of the eight, as it turned out, only one actually had a net. The others were line fishing…without poles. The net-fisherman spent a lot of time untangling and arranging his gear. Then, he waited for the surf to cooperate. It must be just right. Finally, satisfied with the conditions, the young man waded into the surf and cast his net upon the waters of the bay no more than 10 feet in front of where the waves crashed into him. He never lost his balance and almost immediately, he pulled the net toward him, empty. Then he tossed it again and again with the same result. The line fishermen weren’t having any better luck. Perhaps later.