Despite warnings, apathy and lethargy, Paul made the call and we hit the open sea. The catch: snapper, trigger, rock salmon and grouper. I grilled a small piece of trigger last night and I can only say—WOW!

Sunburned, sore and fuzzy, we are back in Atlanta and recovering slowly. Epic, epic weekend.

Unfortunate casualty: my camera, which now emits a shower of sparks with report.