This evening, while I was checking on a broody hen's hatching progress, I heard the Coast Guard helicopter passing back and forth. That means only one thing here, a missing person in the ocean. When it was time for cooping up, the helicopter was silent, but the air was filled with ambulance sirens. Tonight, a family lost a child to the ocean. Every year, it's the same. Every year, when I hear the helicopters, I pray "Not another one, God. Not another one."
Please be careful when you visit the coast. The waters along our state are treacherous, even when they look calm and still. These waters kill. Watch you kids, don't go out past your ankles, and never turn your back for a second. Because a second is all it takes.
Growing up in Astoria I always hated hearing the Helicopters, my dad used to be a fisherman/Captain, the bar is treacherous.