With a day off, fishing was on my brain. Weird, I know. Trout fishing in Western Washington is terrible. It is worse in the winter. We allegedly have steelhead here, but the number of native returning fish is diminishing. Despite all of this bad news, we headed to the middle fork of the Snoqualmie River hoping for a few small fish. The river was too fast to cross safely and we never saw a fish.
Feeling like a pretty poor angler I thought that there must be some place to catch something. There are rumors of squid in Puget Sound. We rounded the troops and hit the Edmonds pier at about midnight. We wore almost every piece of clothing that we had. It began snowing. There was a full moon (bad for squidding), the tide was super low (bad for squidding), and a baby harbor seal eating something below us (bad for squidding). Needless to say, we did not catch any squid.