Local peak traffic
Turns out that there is a peak time of day for traffic in this neighbourhood. I would not have guessed that it took place around 3:30 a.m. We were up earlier than usual, given that son #3 had found somewhere to lend a hand. On a fishing boat.
This weekend marks the end of lobster fishing season (a week later than usual, to compensate for an ice delay in early May). Those three hundred traps, thrown overboard enthusiastically two months ago now have to come ashore. That’s the law. An extra pair of arms, on board, are welcomed with… I’ll avoid the obvious.
Given the novelty of the experience, the worry about motion induced nausea was a question. However, the scopolamine patches should be applied twelve hours before; we missed that footnote, and so had to go with plan B. The power of positive thinking. As it turned out, the issue never rose to the occasion.
Finding the meet point, on a busy highway, in the dark… you can always turn around and go back. And we arrived in time. I bid a fond farewell and returned to my safe harbour.
Fast forward twelve hours. While we were meeting another neighbour (bearing bread), the intrepid trap stacker returned. Too tired to tell the tale. I’ll learn more tomorrow.
I like that he’s getting a taste of local life. This is home, for now. Best to understand what others are doing when they go to work. Next up, a bit of potato grading, perhaps. Or a stint of swatting bugs while getting the winter wood stacked.
