We didn't expect to fish today. It had been close to four weeks since I started Seagrape, my beloved boat, which is frowned upon for several reasons.
The first, and perhaps the most obvious being that it means I had not been on the water in four weeks. The second, is that you're supposed to start a new engine very often, otherwise it can develop problems, run cold, or generally dislike you and carry bad luck which can be devastating on the ocean.
The original plan was to head to Saquish Beach, a private spot past Gurnet Point, to play Bocce in the sand.