Instead of selling our crab directly to the processor at the dock, we have started shipping the catch to a buyer in Portland who offers a better price. The only downside is that the crab has to be packed in insulated totes and delivered to the airport by 4:00 AM. The alarm went off at 1:30 AM (after only falling asleep at 11:00 PM, and we spent about 3 hours packing them in ice and transferring our 2,400 pounds to a flatbed trailer for delivery. The cool part was this happened on the longest day of the year and it never got dark. We were slinging crabs around under the silhouetted mountains in a twilight of dusk. They were caught and delivered all the way to Portland in under 24 hours time. Pretty amazing what airplanes and automobiles can do!

The pics are from the last trip. Nikki tagged along with us, and Steve says he can't decide if I look like a farmer or fisherman with my hat on...haha.

Oh...I was eating waffles in the kitchen when I saw this bear stroll through the driveway. Steve and I chased it out of the cul-de-sac with Lucy (the dog) doing most of the intimidating.