fishing/pier

This afternoon, John and I did a little fishing at the boardwalk under the bridge(s). Those of you that have been reading all along will remember this boardwalk from an earlier post, the one with the mysterious sweatshirt in the garbage.


I caught nothing, but John hooked this delightful little toadfish.


For dinner, we went down to the pier that we drove under a few days ago and ate at Crabby Joe's. A quaint little establishment with good
food and a between-the-floorboards view of the ocean.


After dinner, we took a long walk on the short pier and found this helpful sign:

John suggested that they might offer further assistance by pulling up some planks and exposing some rusty nails.


We spoke to some fishermen that weren't having any luck and
watched a school of bulbous Cannonball Jellyfish swim by.



This beautiful sunset told us it was time to call it a day. That and the TV was a-calling.