Sunday, November 17, 2013

Fast Food

Up for a big breakfast, load the boat and off to the bay less than one mile away.

A couple of hours wrangling crab pots.

Back to dry land to start the water boiling filling the air with the delicious smell of bay leaves and herbs.

Just a few moments later....


Lunch is served!  

From the bottom of Netarts Bay to table in less than an hour.  The crab meat is incredibly sweet and doesn't even make it to a salad before being devoured.  I wouldn't live anywhere else.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Words Not Required

Photo of sunrise over Netarts Bay by Nancy Zavada

There should be a beautiful poem or inspirational caption to this 
photo taken as the sun rose over Netarts Bay on Sunday. 

However, Mother Nature was doing the talking 
and I have nothing to add.