The day everyone was waiting on has at last arrived: Our first day of fishing.
We got up at 4 am and boarded the boat by 5 am.
Both boys got a little sea sick but pulled through it to catch several haddock. Trey caught a shark, but no tuna. At one point, Jake was bent over getting sick while saying, “I am not going to miss this fishing trip.”
Ira, our captain on the Sandy B was great and also educational. Billy, the mate, worked hard for us too. But I don’t think Ira liked him much.
We saw humpback and fin whales.
After 12 hours of fishing, we headed back. We went to eat at Katrina’s. Our captain recommended it. I had the steak tips (very good). Jake had hot wings. Trey and Evan had their bacon cheeseburger. Everyone loved their meal.
We then went to see the “Man at the Wheel,” a monument that commemorates fisherman lost at sea.
We went to Crows Nest, the bar where the fishermen lost at sea in the Perfect Storm frequented. Bobby’s mom continued working there but ultimately lost her life to breast cancer a few years ago.
We went back to our rooms and went to bed to prepare for another day of fishing.
Today was a day of leisure. We ate breakfast at Sailor Stans. Mona who owns the place where we are staying recommended it. She was right. It was delicious.
There were a couple of older gentlemen sitting at the table next to us. It appeared they were regulars. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to their conversation.
The service at Sailor Stand was spectacular.
We then went to the grocery store to get some things for the apartment, the fishing trip and our road trips.
We spent the afternoon on the beach at Good Harbor Beach. It was nice and pretty, but the water was very cold.
For dinner, we ate at the Rudder Restaurant. The guys had oysters. Trey and I had Lobster. Jake ate a cheeseburger and Evan had fish tacos. It was the first time the boys had eaten lobster like that – eyes and all. They hated it, so Evan sucked up what they left.
Earlier in the day, Evan bumped into one of the crew members of Wicked Tuna.
We went back to our apartment, prepared our bags for the fishing trip and went to bed.
On Wednesday, we flew into Boston around midnight and journeyed to Gloucester. We found our accommodations in Rocky Neck (and that is the name of the actual place: Accommodations at Rocky Neck).
“The Rocky Neck Art Colony is one of the oldest working art colonies in the country, and has been luring artists to its picturesque shores for more than 150 years. Among others, these artists include Fitz Henry Lane in the 1840s, Emile Gruppe, who made The Neck his home and painted into the 1970s, as well as Childe Hassam, Milton Avery, Maurice Prendergast, Cecilia Beaux, John Sloan, Stuart Davis, Frank Duveneck, Nell Blaine, and Jane Peterson. Leonard Craske created ‘The Man at the Wheel,’ Gloucester’s famous landmark sculpture, in his studio on the pier on Rocky Neck in the 1920s. Writers Louisa May Alcott, Rudyard Kipling, and others frequented The Neck.”