This morning while cleaning out my bookshelves I came across an old scrapbook I had created during school days! Among the pages was this old photo taken of me at the awkward age of eleven. My dad was an avid deep sea fisherman, who spent many weekends fishing in a little place called, "Princeton-by-the-Sea." The owner of Gardiner's Fishing was a kind gentleman by the name of Ray, who had a rule you needed to be at least 12 years old before allowed to fish from his boats. I begged, until he relented and he let me aboard a year early. I remember the day pictured as if it were yesterday. My dad always fished starboard side of the boat. But, somehow, I had no sooner climbed aboard when I decided port side was more to my liking. I meandered over and found my way between two men, and put my line in the water. No sooner had I stopped letting line out, when I felt the biggest tug on my pole ever. I held it close to my chest and with big eyes looked at the guy immediately to my left, and yelled, "HELP!" Sure, enough, together we got that big ole Ling Cod aboard. My dad insisted that I come back to his side of the boat, and not bother others. The rest of the day was spent catching Blue Fish, Red Rock Cod, and more Ling Cod. It was one of the best days of my life ever. It was Ray Gardiner, who took this photo. He posted a copy of it on his bulletin board for several years.
It would be a period of a few decades before I returned to that special spot on the coast to revisit. The area is built up now, and finding original footprints of the land is a little difficult. Yet, the second picture below, found the old wharf near where we use to board the boats. It looks nearly the same.
In those days, Princeton was approximately 4 miles north of Half Moon Bay. But, it today's world Princeton is all but gobbled up by Half Moon Bay. Yet, a few old landmarks remain the same.