Mussel Field, Strait of Juan de Fuca
but I’m deluding myself that maybe I’m up for a day at the beach. I’ve had a rough 6 weeks, 4 of it fighting off one bug or another. Maybe my reason has simmered too long in the vapors but I just need one of those powder blue unitard jumpers they stuff kids into, to seal myself off from the elements, rogue waves and gull crap. One of those suits that looks like it carries a Type I Coast Guard rating. OK, just the fever rambling. Barney, can you drive now?