I trimmed up my outboard, cut the motor, and drifted into the channel. The southwest wind blew warm and soft with a light smell of bladderwort drying on the rocks. I lobbed a short 10 feet of anchor rope because I wasn’t going to be there long before getting back after the stripers. My sand flats grocery shopping wasn’t going to take much time at all. Friends from out of town came for a visit, and landlubbers always like seafood. Tonight we would...