So easy to change our plans due to weather, say “no” to the day, leave the raincoats hanging in the closet. Turn back. Throw in the towel. Do something else.There’s always a choice to change your mind; take a different road and just stay home. Just stay home?
If there is even a slight chance of possibility, I’d rather embrace it and discover what’s hiding just around the bend. No matter it is uncomfortable gearing up with warm clothes and rain gear in the middle of the summer.
The weather in Prince William Sound was socked in, shrouded in rain and fog. Soft drizzly rain that curls your hair into boings, smells like the good green earth and lasts all day long. Still, we were determined to set shrimp pots and explore the bays and coves. Get a little wet. Munch on camp food. Feel our boots slosh along soggy shorelines. After a while, you forget your discomfort and start to notice things besides the rain and fog.
The first moment of surprise was the heads of seals popping up out of the water; sleek and curious, watching us as we watched them. They hung out on rock outcroppings, plunging in and out of the water with a grace that belied their bulky, awkward bodies.
What are you looking at, they seemed to say!
We set the shrimp pots for a 4-hour time frame and motored off to see what we could see.
The next moment of surprise: An eagle soaring from a tall, dripping wet spruce tree, no doubt eyeing the surface water for jumping fish. Lunch time for the keen-eyed hunter.
Yes, it’s a hassle hauling around the weight and bulk of a 500-millimeter lens, but….
man, oh, man…is it ever worth it.
So here is my prayer: Oh, Great One: Please don’t let a little rain stop me from seeing the colors of a dazzling rainbow. Fill me with surprises, and help me to overlook the little discomforts blocking the discovery of said surprises. Tell me it’s OK to sample new experiences, even though I may cringe in discomfort and fear (for life is a banquet, and we are meant to live it) Do not, under any circumstances, stunt my curiosity and sense of wonderment.
And please, don’t let me get too used to sleeping in my own bed.
P.S. We caught only two gallons of shrimp, but they were giants as shrimp go.