“It feels out of scale–standing on (or on a rock maybe 100 feet from) the shore of the Atlantic Ocean and casting out a matter of yards. Sometimes it seems ridiculous to think that I can catch anything from a water body so vast. Is there even one fish in the area to see the lure I’m casting out? At least in a small lake you know that the fish are there, it’s just a matter of whether they are biting or not. Out here, there may not be a fish within a mile of my lure, and I would be none the wiser.”
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“It was just before midnight when I turned the lights on after starting my car. I picked up Bill and drove as fast as I could down the road. I had to slow down often to maneuver around fallen sticks and limbs. Our plan was to head towards Ticonderoga and drive until we either get cellphone service or see a house with a light on. It wasn’t far after we passed the Putnam Pond Campground gate when we saw a house with the lights on inside.”
Taking the people out of the National Park
“I walked by a sign saying “no pets allowed” and noticed a set of coyote tracks less than a few feet below the sign. The tracks led well into the closed area. Apparently, coyotes don’t pay much attention to signs and string. As I worked my way toward the sandy point at the end of Cape Cod, the closed area extended to the waterline, blocking my path.”