Crabbing the Chester River, 3.0

If you've been following this blog for a while, then you may know that for the past three years, my husband and I go crabbing on the last weekend of the summer with my father-in-law. This has become a tradition because the Delta Waterfowl dinner is held that weekend for my husband's local chapter. The dinner is on a Saturday evening, and the next day, we get up early to hit the water.

It's also a tradition for me to extremely nervous about crabbing because I feel a ridiculous amount of pressure being the only woman on the boat, let alone the only person to not miss any crabs. The past two years, I think I've missed an average of one or two, so this year I was aiming to do better. Spoiler: I did much better. I didn't miss a single crab. Ayyye.

I'm mostly making this post so I can share pictures. The details, location, etc. haven't changed much from previous years, so make sure to check out the blog posts from Year One when we took Chip and Year Two for more detailed, descriptive writing. Even though we go to the same location, the views never get old. The sunrises are never not stunning. The calm of being on the water as the sky changes its cotton candy colors is a kind of therapy I never imagined I needed until I lived it. Listening to the water lap against the boat, the sea gulls crying into the stillness of the morning, and the crabs scuttling across a hard plastic box are all part of the experience.

I don't enjoy getting up early, for the most part, and I'm usually exhausted by the end of the whole thing, but it was another good year, and it was another set of memories that I was able to share with my husband, my father-in-law, and my grandfather-in-law. So, no complaints! I hope you enjoy the pictures!