Crab Creek at Sunset

I am occasionally hired to work.

I got hired to do some work recently.

The job?

Picking up litter.

It’s actually one of my favorite jobs in the world.

Why?  The litter is at the beach.

Go to the beach AND get paid?

Sign me up.

g benefit number one: Being there.

Fringe benefit number two: when work is done, get net, bucket, catch a dozen crabs for dinner.

Fringe benefit number three: seeing sunset over Crab Creek.

Crab Creek connects Black Point and Tisbury Great Ponds.

Crabbing has been decent this year. There are good numbers of crabs, from small to large. Once in a while you even encounter a mossy megamonster, so big that meat in each leg is a bite, not a mere morsel.

At low pond, the depth of Crab Creek varies from a few inches to a few feet.

When it comes to binomial sciencey talk, the blue claw crab carries the handle “Callinectes sapidus”. When it comes to those two-part names, if you see “sapidus”, you’re dealing with something that’s more than edible. Something really tasty.

How tasty? Good enough to give us our english word “sapid”, which means flavorful or savory. The Latin verb “sapere” means “to taste”. Yum.

Just before leaving, upper air currents made some designs in the stratus layers above.

Goodnight sunset. Goodnight Crab Creek. Goodnight beautiful clouds.

A postscript:

Almost forty years ago, William W. Warner’s book “Beautiful Swimmers”, subtitled “Watermen, Crabs and the Chesapeake Bay”, was published. It’s a really good book.

How good?

Good enough to have won the 1977 Pulitzer Prize for non-fiction.

If you haven’t read it, read it.

3 responses to “Crab Creek at Sunset

  1. The post was ostensibly about Crab Creek and Sunset. Writing about crabs was a digression. I seem to digress whenever I write. See the squirrel? Nice doggy. Wouldn’t a beer and some edamame be nice? When is that lady coming for the desk, and do I have to move that mattress to get to it?

    The crabs are in my digestive system. I have no gastroscope. Shells are buried in the garden. Maybe next time.

    There is still lots of crabbing time left this summer, and I may, as I occasionally do with other posts, add more text and more photos. Y’all come back sometime now, y’heah? That’s an Olde Newe Englande Sayinge.

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