Our dryer was acting up so we hung our laundry out to dry outside. It reminded me of a spot a few miles from here called Italian Gardens. It was named for the Italian fishermen who, many years ago, would hang their colorful fishing nets on the cliffs to dry.
My brother and nephew arrived from Medford, Oregon this afternoon. John took the dinghy into Avalon to pick them up at the boat dock. Within the first thirty minutes David had dived off the top of the boat, swam, fished and went for a monster tube ride.
And Steve had no problem getting into relaxation mode:
Dad stayed aboard while the four of us went for a sunset dinghy cruise. While we were gone he caught this beautiful calico:
John cleaned and filleted the calico and it was on the bbq within the hour.
Dinner tonight - ribs (or rips as David calls them), corn on the cob, tomato salad and fresh and delicious calico bass:
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Today kayaking, tubing and catching (and releasing) quite a few calico bass:
After dinner (BBQ shrimp, bbq zucchini and pasta) Dave was introduced to a few of John's "true stories that happened to a good friend of his":
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Dad, Steve & Dave had to depart this afternoon. We made the short cruise to Avalon and put the boat on a mooring so Dad could take the shoreboat ashore. The five of us walked around town, shopped a little and Dad treated us to lunch at Antonio's.
It was a great visit and we hated to see them go:






