G and the gang made it out of the harbor around 8 p.m. on Thursday, bound for areas all over Alaska to catch our halibut and blackcod quota. It was a sadder send off for me than usual; I think it’s because G wasn’t home long before leaving again, and the house is especially quiet without both George and our Toby. Poor Vincent is the only guy in the house now! 
Ah, we’ll survive, though! We always do. These are not the most exciting pictures, but I tried to get a shot of each of the guys so their wives, children, and girlfriends could see them as they left the harbor.
Falling asleep on Daddy the night before.
Johnny, George, Brett, Bryan, Oscar...and future crew, Eva and Vincent.
Bryan on the shack.
Johnny on the bow.
So long...
Happy travels to you all. Hugs and kisses!
Traditional blast of the foghorn and around the breakwater they go.
