Where: The beach
When: Saturday
Conditions: Sunny, warm, windy
Flies used: Clousers
Species pursued: Sea-run cutthroat

Song of the day: "Who Can It Be Now?," Men At Work

The cost of a three-day weekend is double the work.

That's what I faced last week and despite my best efforts, I just couldn't muster the energy to write about my fruitless, yet relaxing, trip to a few Seattle-area beaches.

I'll do my best to catch you up:

I found a great place to stash my gear while I spent a little time in the sun...

...and snacked on these tasty little morsels.

And since fishing was slow...

Long story short, all I caught were some rays.

On the other hand, this past weekend was a different story.

While I don't mind taking a break from getting my routine fix every once in a while, it's not something I can do more than once, maybe twice a year.

Defying the weather forecast, I tossed my gear in the car on Saturday morning, determined to find a beach that wasn't blowing like crazy.

It took me a few beaches, but I finally found one.

As well as a few cutthroat.

Not bad for a sunny, windy day...