Tom and I drove to his old stomping grounds on Saturday morning to visit friends and pick up 80 crabs for the Crab Hash. Chase and Wanda rode in the back. The plan was to visit with Greta and Chris (Chris works on the Jumpin Jack)
and Kathy. The winter storms weren't kind, with roads slipping away and trees falling across power lines and roads. The first place we actually stopped was Kathy's shop, seemingly the hub of the clan. His longtime friend, Dale, stopped by, Danny brought some beer, Davis was working on some plumbing...it was old home week within 5 minutes of our arrival. Chris had secured 
our crab so all we had to do in the wee hours of the next day was to transfer it to our container. We 
made a quick potluck from stuff we bought at Murphy's, had some good chat and went our ways for the evening. Greta and I went to a sweat lodge and got back about 9:30. I love going over there because I feel so welcome. In the morning Tom and I hit the dock grabbed our crab and made for home. We'd gotten such an early start that we had time to let the dogs romp on Wilson Creek Beach, and at Point Saint George near Crescent Beach. We even stopped by this old party house 
Tom used to frequent in the early 70's. The dogs had so much fun being dogs. Here's Chase in the surf, 
and you can barely pick 
out Wanda's nose on the other side of the wave. Chase found the most natural dog toy in this kelp horn.I think this was the first time that both Chase and I were happy that he was being a real dog.
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