the summer squeel

Dante has spent much time this summer on the jetty, hunting in one spot in particular. He always returns to this spot, because beneath the rocks lurks a small, elusive eel. The crabs come for his bait, but the eel only slinks out enough to be seen but not bite. Well, things have changed.

Last weekend, the McCoys visited again and this time we went for the saltwaterexperience. The eel must've been hungover from the big end-of-summer party the night before, because this time, Dante was successful. He came galloping along the beach, trumpeting his victory.

Katie displays one of the crabs that didn't managed to escape when their prison tipped over.

The cloudy sky looked amazing. This photo hardly does it justice. It had smooth ripples in it that reminded me of the sand you see in the shallows when the tides goes out.