Mark's friend Diana has invited us to a Dungeness crab lunch at her RV in Netarts Bay.
First catch some Dungeness crabs.
Claude is waiting at the dock to take us out to pull up some crab pots.
The fish game warden is on the dock checking incoming crab hauls. The Netarts Bay Nungeness crab limit per person is twelve male crabs 5 3/4 inches across the widest part of the crab carapace.
Dick ceremonially dips his toes into the Pacific Ocean.
Meet lovely Diana.
She and Claude are inducting us into the ways of crabbing.
Seals with their pups are basking on the sand bar.
Dick the crabber pulls in a pot.
With a legal size crab. The smaller crabs scuttle out.
Yes, we check the size...
And I get to hold hands with a big boy.
Life on the ocean wave.
Mist envelopes the mountains to the South.
We are dropped ashore and Diana and Claude head back to collect the pots.
A stunning lunch awaits.
First, a huckleberry lemon drop.
1 ½ oz huckleberry vodka
¾ oz triple sec
½ lemon juice
¼ oz simple syrup
Shake and strain
Sugar the rim of the glass and serve with a lemon twist.
Dungeness crab with drawn butter mmmmm....
And Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc.
These boys are being boys, picking up mussels and chasing each other.
Hey, what's this about?
I have never heard of these snails being a pest.
Meet some of the lovely neighbours at the RV park, Tiffany who is just completing her masters in public administration, Claude our skipper, and Jackie who go to Yuma in Arizona in the winter.