|Pulling the crab trap|
I don't think we have ever spent as many days anchored in the same spot as we have this year. After all, why not? In the past, we have always felt the urge to get on to the next place after waking up at anchor. Not this year.
We got to Parks Bay and just... stayed. Other boats came and went. But we stayed, pulling the crab trap twice a day, morning and nite. Each time the trap was heavy with crabs; we near-limited each day. These are Dungeness crabs, and are big ones - the kind where one crab serves two for dinner. Our freezer is filling up.
I freely admit that the slow lifestyle at anchor combined with the lack of connectivity have made me remiss in my blogging. I apologize. Sort of.
This morning we awoke at anchor in Roche Harbor. And civilization. And the constant coming and going of boats and seaplanes. And the ability to go ashore and buy sugar, which we ran out of this morning because I neglected to check our supply before we left the dock. My bad.
Now, I gotta go check the crab pot.