Serene Sailing on Saturday | Marginalia

The wind blew itself out overnight. At dawn I can hear crabbers dropping pots in the water a quarter mile across the water. Big Deadrise Diesels sound like distant thunder as they fire up and head out. This far upriver, though, crabbing is done from flat bottom outboard skiffs, usually by one man working alone. … Continue reading "Serene Sailing on Saturday"