Dinner........

This Black Fish was approximately only four hours from swimming in the ocean, when it reached our table. AND....we had no license, no boat, and did not need to get sea sick! Els is our designated "fisherwoman." She did not hesitate to reach right in and haul our our "catch."

Going over the Coast Range, and to the ocean, is like leaving one planet and arriving on another. The geology and geography certainly produce a very different flora and fauna from the Siskiyous where we live.

Seems like I remember reading years ago, that the art and mythology of the coast tribes was highly developed because the land and waters provided bountiful resources to feed, clothe, and house, the people.

With the fish we reaped, and blackberries we picked we are right on track. I was too late I guess for salmon berries. Els had chantrelle mushrooms from Florence on Thursday. Shirley says she picked a gallon of ripe huckleberries near South Slough this week.

Stopping at the fish cleaning station at the port just to see what sorts of fish live in these waters, ended up getting us a lovely dinner. I mentioned that I would sure like to have the scraps going into the throw away bucket for my garden. The fisherman was glad to see us take them. We gave him a bunch of fresh tomatoes.

We were able to get a very plentiful meal from more careful trimming and still have lots to cook down for fish stock. Els has a way of poaching the "catch" of the day in wine................ooooohhh so good. I had brought over rice and salad makin's. We had Asian pears and Satsuma plums for desert. Except for the rice......we were righteous locavores! Nothing traveled more than 100 miles to our table.