Yep, up at 1, then 2 and then 3 am. I could hear the howling wind outside my windows, which are so old that they pulsate with the strong winds. But I was committed, to myself, to give it a go. I got down to the beach at 430 am. Idiot. I parked my truck into the west because that way I would have protection as I got dressed in the 35 degree air temps plus the 25 mph west wind that was cranking. There was the "Blue Moon", whats that? That's when you get two full moons within the same calendar month.
I could see the incoming tide was in fact a blow-out tide. Low was 130 and high 730 am, with all the light around I could see if a crab farted on the horizon, so I went to sleep at 440, woke up at 540 am. By then the place was just getting lit up, but there was no life, just Andy casting lefty to nothing.