It’s 8 a.m. in Halibut Cove. The July sun is beaming, there is coffee in my mug, and it’s time for fish camp.
My destination is Donny’s floating house, moored by a string of floating docks to Halibut Cove’s isthmus. For those of you who don’t know about the small community across Kachemak Bay from Homer that is Halibut Cove, events here are dictated by the tides and the bounty of the season.