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07/15/2008: "On The Road Again"

Once again, I find myself travelling during marlin season. And while this time I'm actually closer to the fish, I'm no closer to catching the fish ...

I'm currently in Carlsbad, CA, just down the coast from Oceanside. Looking quickly at a chart, I see I'm only about 25 miles from the 209 or 181 (where they're whacking the yellowfin tuna as we speak) as the crow flies. Well, maybe that's as the tern flies - crows hate water. Anyway, I'm close enough to smell the fish, but still on the beach.

That was true literally yesterday, as I drove down early so I could get a chance to exercise on the beach. I run/walk/jog/crawl every other day, and since I'll be at a team dinner tonight, I wanted to get it out of the way yesterday. Beautiful beaches down here - reminds me a lot of northern Baja, in that there's not a lot of development along the water's edge nor established infrastructure - you just look for the well-worn path down the bluff to the water.

I'll be down here until tomorrow evening, so I'll see if I can't find some other interesting things to comment on down here - other than looking wistfully at the horizon ...