Drive past the strip malls, the chain restaurants, the airport, the seedy stores you don't go in, and take a left. Continue on after a few stop signs beside industrial plants and manufacturing facilities that pour smells into the island air. Drive until you reach the end of the road and turn right. Somewhere back there, I won't say exactly where, there's a hidden paradise. I've fished there for decades and I've only seen one other car in the three-car parking lot one, maybe two times. That's it. No exaggeration. Drag a kayak or wade through knee-deep muck. Peace and happiness await on the other side of the high grass.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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