He's 13 and we're both snapping photos at every chance. So we decide he and I will wake up in time for the "magic hour", as he calls it. We are out the door at 7 am,
first through the West End heading to the Dunes.
Then we drive back to Commercial Street , to the town Pier.
The fishermen struggle, but they persevere. No doubt they have the best view of town. We're back by 9.
We will return to water by mid-afternoon, beaching and bobbing into the waves of the Atlantic.