
I set up shop and started sketching near a barefoot young couple who were snuggling on a blanket and enjoying the view. I liked the way the bridge sort of mirrored the gentle curve of a large drift wood log. Some people took the flat smooth stones and skipped them across the water, others caught fish as the sun set. After a fish was dragged up on shore the fisherman would then bash it in the head with a rock, the bloody details of which I really didn't need to see. Several other fishermen were arguing with each other about where they should be casting. These guys almost came to blows simply because one fisherman was casting to close to the other guys sweet spot near a rock. I thought fishing was supposed to be relaxing!
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