Whidbey Island and the mildly problematic catch

Our Seattle trip started out with a stay on Whidbey Island with my Aunt Ann and Uncle Tom. Ryan especially loved the area, and is considering retiring at the ripe old age of 27 to take up crabbing with Tom. Ann and Tom gave him a "you build it, you can live in it" offer about their second floor remodel that they're considering. The only catch is that Ann's amazingly large fiber collection would also be sharing the space.

Our Whidbey trip started off by setting crab pots at the beach by Ann and Tom's. Then, while we waited, golfing at Island Golf, where greens fees are made to the milk can under a tree. I was able to rent lefty clubs from the next tree ($2, payable to the milk can). Tee boxes included the back of a pick-up truck, and a boat dock. When we returned to retrieve our catch, the wind had picked up, and our crabbing vessel (a row boat with Captain Tom and Ryan the crew) drifted off course and wasn't able to get the pots. We were forced to go home, drink some beer, and wait for the weather to subside. The next morning, the waters were calm, and Tom, with a new crew (my dad) was able to get our catch (5 crabs). That night the Danforths (aka Uncle Tom's Sweatshop) shelled the crab, and we ate the fruits of our labor in omelets the next morning. Not exactly The Deadliest Catch, but pretty good for a bunch of Iowans!
-Betsy