I used to love crab until I started boating. You can’t imagine what it is like after 10 hours in rough seas in a wide open ocean to come across a string of crab pots. It is Murphy’s law that no matter where you are they will find you. They come up out of nowhere and when you least expect it. They are a serious problem because if you happen to wrap one around your prop you are dead in the water. And heaven help you if you wrap it all the way up and the crab pot hits the bottom of the boat. Then you are in real trouble!

So I say boycott crab! If there is no more demand then there will be no more crab pots out where we can run into them!

The best part is after arriving in Eureka and we were walking up the dock, we noticed little tiny schools of what looked like tadpoles. So we stopped and asked a crab fisherman what they were. He told us they were crab larvae and that he has never seen so many (isn’t that just great!) and that they will be ready to harvest in 4 years. It sure is ironic that the crab start their life in the marina where all the crab boats dock isn’t it?!