“As I said, no worries,” he replied. “Let’s get you two and this gear into the boat. When will your dad and brother be here?”
“They dropped us off and headed back to get some sandwiches for the day. My mom told us about a place she had lunch the other day, Misty Mountain Café.”
“Misty Mountain is a local favorite—great sandwiches. How come your mom doesn’t come fishing with the rest of you?” he asked.
“Oh, she gets seasick pretty quick. She’s happy to fish from shore, but she rarely goes out on the water.”
Nathan nodded as he grabbed one of the mooring lines and tugged the boat flush against the dock. “Makes sense. There’s some shore fishing here, but you have to head out for a better chance at halibut and king salmon.”
He carefully set Jordan’s fishing gear on the dock and held his h
