Surf Casting

We made the trip last weekend, the last weekend of September, to Rhode Island. President Beacom, our former stake president, took a group of us to one of his favorite haunts, at Misquamicut Beach, to go surf casting.

His counsel to the boys as he explained how to use the $1000+ equipment was... "There's a ledge. It drops off about 10 feet. If you fall off, you will have difficulty getting back up. Don't panic. Stay calm."

That was enough to keep the kids at a safe distance.

It was funny to watch Bishop White try to stay dry. He'd follow the wave as it retreated into the water, cast his line, then run back as the next wave came in.

I managed to keep my feet and socks and shoes dry. I cut bait. Let the others fish. Fish or cut bait, as they say... So I stayed dry... Until Colin caught his... "It's a big one." "Did you see it!" He reeled the line in. ... It was seaweed and line tangled. He went to untangle his line, and handed me his pole. I was standing there holding it, when ... along came a wave that soaked us all. it wouldn't have been that bad, except, I forgot to bring a change of clothes. I was wet all the way home.

We spent the night in some great cabins on a nearby lake. We had what Br. Wiest called the "honeymoon suites." Not because they were cabins. He himself slept in a cabin. But because ours were on the beach.

The weather was... DRAMATIC. There were 6-10' waves crashing along the coast. Sun never came out, but it was dry, except when a mist would blow by. Quintessential New England. We loved it. The crashing waves came because of the hurricane. They also chased away the fish. Just as well. We still had a blast.