The littles will tell you the best part of the whole weekend is pulling crab traps up onto the docks. They will neglect to tell you that they only pull the traps up and Uncle Pat pulls them on the dock. They loved throwing all the small crabs back in the drink. In the end they caught two crab. One a red rock and the other a dungeness. We ate them for dinner.
They watched the sea lions who swam around right where we were. There were two fishing boats parked where we were crabbing so the sea lions and seagulls were hoping for treats. The seagulls did get some of Pat's bait when he wasn't looking. He figured the birds were smarter than he was that day. I just figured they were in survival mode.
We played on the beach. Tried to find some whole sand dollars but could only find tons of small pieces and few halves. Maybe next time I go earlier on to the beach and hunt. The little woman did artwork in the sand and the little man played ball games. We even got Uncle Pat down on the beach before dinner.
Then we cracked crab and made camp stew. After dinner the littles got to make s'mores. Always a highlight of camping. Good thing we could have a fire in the fire pit. There is a still a burn ban going in that county.
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