Last trip on the kayak

My sister, Lori, and I paddled out from La Jolla Shores today to carry out our mother's final request. For years, she used to joke about having me scatter her ashes at the bait barge. She didn't really mean for me to do it at one of the bait receivers; she just liked that term. She was, however, serious about having me scatter her ashes from my kayak. She passed away last September, and ever since I have been planning on carrying out her wishes. Lori and I haven't been able to work it out until now. She was down here to help her daughter move and had some extra time built into the schedule. Things worked out perfectly and we were able to get out to La Jolla this morning. We paddled out to a spot, past the reserve marker buoys, where I usually make bait. I thought this would be fitting and would fulfill Mom's wishes without me having to break state law or annoy the guys at the Everingham Brothers receiver.

Every time I make bait I'll remember this day. I'm sure every mac I catch will have a strong, independent spirit.

Farewell