In June Stevie and I went Abalone diving with Bones and Mae–four abs each, that is the legal limit, a total of nine. I rented a wet suit and all the gear, got suited up but couldn’t put my face in the water. My fear of cold water is so rampant, the kelp so dark , I almost drowned just standing there thinking about it. Later Steve and I went beach fishing, and he caught two sea trout- I caught the eye of one and it broke my heart. Steve gutted them and iced them down, but we had steak for dinner and never ate them. I am a terrible fish wife. Do like to eat Abs, though.
Here is where memory fails and documents do not clarify. A photo I found of a Rockfish, I am sure it is the one I posted about as being 1992, my Illustration year. The back of the photo is imprinted March 1995. Not impossible, of course, that the roll of film wasn’t processed for two or three years. 
Travels With Stevie 