Peligro! Risque! Danger!


For a good time, there’s no better place than home.

Recently, Mark went out crab fishing.  He’s one of the good guys – won’t keep the females or undersized crab.  Unfortunately, most other folks do,

and this will have serious consequences for the future of the Dungeness Crab.

We’re in agreement.  The commercial crab fishing season pushed forward

to December 15th, and this is the second push forward.

I wish there were someone on the docks here,

to put a stop to the short-sighted harvesting methods.

Mark brought home a two-pound crab.

My daughter, Mark and I stood at the counter and ate it together.

Watch out, coming through!!

How do we cook such a monster?

We think it inhumane to drop a living creature into a pot of boiling water.  Sure, crab are a bundle of nerves.  Do they feel pain? Some say yes, some no.  Regardless, we choose not to boil them alive.

An instant death by cracking the back over a counter edge works for us.  This crab went limp instantly when he smacked it one time against the side of his workbench.  Before that, the crab was a menace, threatening at every chance to make contact with one of those pincers!

Smile for the camera!

When Mark pulled the crab up from the Pacific, it had already torn one of the pincers off of another, smaller crab.  The competitor was thrown back, sans one pincer.

As a teen, I enjoyed taking the bus to my favorite Deli and buying a crab submarine sandwich.  Those days, crab was really crab and de-licious!  I’d missed it over the years and never dreamed I’d taste crab as fresh and fine as that.

Our fresh crab was no more than two hours from the Pacific Ocean to our mouths.  The taste was exceptionally delicate, buttery and beyond comparison.  I look forward to more of the same, if only the folks would not think of  one meal, but many meals.

Do you like me now?

To get a good idea of just how big the crab is, Mark is 6’4″ and weighs 230 pounds.

Tomorrow, more dangers in the Pacific Northwest!


“Old, but young” Sailor from Japan stranded in Crescent City


75 year old Japanese sailor in Crescent City harbor!

If there could be a better place for a boat to break down, I don’t know of it.  This handsome Japanese man decided to sail around the world, alone, in ‘Only You.’

The following article in the The Daily Triplicate, a good read.  And 75 year old Katsumi isn’t too bad, either!  😀


I’ve mentioned in previous posts how we, in Crescent City and this area of the Pacific Coastline, are waiting for the fallout from Japan‘s Tsunami.  It’s on the way and expected.

No one expected Katsumi!

Meet me over by the Sea Monster!


On a spur of the moment hike to a secluded, difficult to reach area of beach brought a fine surprise.  One can only get here by hiking Endert’s Trail, which isn’t particulary appealing, except for the few views over the bluffs, and down to the beach to a hidden area over slick rocks, moving sand and water.  My eagle eyes caught a glimpse of violet color in the sandy, rocky sea floor, and I dared not move.

My girl brought her camera, so I called her over and kept the purple sea creature in my mind’s eye.  We waited for the waves and sand that moved over the creature to move low enough so we could catch just one more glimpse.

My finger pointed to the spot where she was to click on cue. I watched the waves ahead, I noted a possible break! Still pointing, I said, “Wait…  Wait… Wait… NOW!”  Click.

Violet colored predatory sun star

The sand and water rushed over  (Sunflower Sea Star) Pyconopodia helianthoides  and we moved on as conditions for another photo unlikely. I struggled over the rocks and sub-tidal sands to get to the pristine, unspoiled colony of sea star, mollusks, anemone and other sea life. I counted 8 arms on one side of the star.  A feast for the eyes!  A feast for a Sun Star!

Large colonies of mussels and other mollusks covered the rocky bluffs.  Massive colonies of untouched sea stars in deep purple, reds, oranges clung to the rocks which would soon be covered in the Pacific Tide.

Sample of pristine sea star colony

I walked without shoes, the cold water soothing my feet after the hike down to the beach.  The water temperature was warmer here than what I remember of the Atantic Ocean at this time of year. Conversely, the air temperature is much cooler.  Most folks who visit are surprised by how cold our beaches are, at any time of the year.

BIG sea anemone, potential meal for Star!

More Sea Star (starfish) colony

The  Pacific Northwest Coast waits for the fallout from the Japanese Tsunami.  We know it’s coming with the tides.  I wonder how this will affect this precious and pristine ecological gem.

Endert’s Beach, Crescent City, California 95531

What’s in a name?


How to choose a name for my blog.  Hmmmm…. Put on your life vest, here we go-

Maybe I’ll just call myself Seapunk2, yeah, that’s it, wow, that was easy.  HA!

Here are five considerations –

  1. I grew up near the Atlantic Ocean and loved it.
  2. I live within a 3 mile radius of the Pacific Ocean and love it.
  3. I wanted to make fun of and show my disdain for crappy Steampunk ‘art”
  4. I had to differentiate myself from the grungy Sea Punk Movement.
  5. Someone already had the name Seapunk and I wanted to be Seapunk, too!

In my post celebrating-25-the-hundred-child-steps  you learn how close I was to the Atlantic Ocean.  I dreamed of the ocean and was terrified by what on both sides of it.  Now I enjoy all the beauty of the rugged Pacific Ocean in this pristine and unique area of the world.  I have to be of the sea!

And then there’s Steampunk.


Steampunk (Photo credit: floorvan)

To my dismay, the concept of Steampunk diluted so deeply as to include clothing, movies, games, fashion, couture and anything tangible that someone can stick a gear or machine part on.  I’m certain that valuable and rare timepieces get ripped apart for the inner workings.   Said parts are often strewn together in a mish-mash of trashy exploitation.  By removing a few letters from Steampunk, I mirror those activities and my name becomes a statement for what I think of the ripping apart of true Steampunk art and destruction of valuable and overlooked timepieces for nothing other than a world of junk.

There actually IS a Sea Punk movement.  I don’t follow it, but here’s a link to what it’s about.  Old hippies never die, so being a Sea Punk isn’t an option.  the-sea-punk-movement

Finally, someone was using the name Seapunk already and the next option was for me to be one, too!

And there you have it, Seapunk2.

What do you think of the name I chose?  What is your view on the Steampunk movement in art and crafts?  Were you aware of the Sea Punk movement among mostly young people?  What do you think of it?  Do you wear any kind of timepiece and do you have ideas on preserving valuable clocks and watches?  I would love to hear your views!  Please take the time to comment and share this post with any of the links below because I need the exposure.  Thank you!



My daughter and I left Crescent City this morning to celebrate her birthday with a bit of shopping for art supplies and some fantastic sushi in Eureka in Humboldt county, just south of Del Norte County.  It’s 160 miles round trip, about 4 hours,  the roads can be narrow and curvy. The wild Tiger Lily in full bloom for miles along the way south.

One of thousands of tiger lilies.

And then, there is Orick.  Orick is a tiny town with a population of about 350 people, a number of redwood burl shops, fantastic views of the Pacific Ocean and beaches, and massive old redwoods.  Roosevelt Elk are common here, on both sides of the busy Highway 101.

We went in to one of the shops and talked, or, mostly listened to the owner, who secretly told me that he’d wished that his largest furniture pieces didn’t sell so early in the tourist season, because he’d now lost his “WOW” factor!  On my next trip through Orick, I’ll explore the redwood burl shops more thoroughly.

One thing though –  there used to be 12 shops in little Orick, there are now 5, thanks to the California State Board of Equalization.  The Board of Equalization’s function is to oversee tax and fee collection.

Since we decided to stop, we were able to see Orick in a way we’d never seen by just passing through.

Residence in Orick and low lying fog.

The fish purchased from local fisherman tastes so much better than anything farmed!

We buy fresh fish from the docks, or at the local markets, brought in by local fishermen. 

Small herd of Elk

This relatively small herd – very relaxed on a warm summer day.

Gateway Garden. Each cross had a rhododendron planted in back of it.

Redwood cross

We got back to driving and a minute later, we saw this beauty.  She was on the west side of the busy highway, alone, and was thinking about crossing.  We stopped on the same side, put the hazard lights on, and hoped drivers would slow down.  You can hear them speeding by. 

I was in a panic, watching the vehicles, full speed ahead, as she moved toward the road, I was crying. She made her way to the edge of the roadway, and the vehicle coming toward us and her, slowed.  I cried more as I watched her trot gracefully and safely across the Highway.

There are signs everywhere “ELK CROSSING” and I wonder who holds awareness of life beyond the busy roadway.  This wasn’t the first time either of us has seen elk ready to cross or crossing.

With tourist season in full force, I shudder…

I wonder if anyone scans the road edge for beautiful, majestic Elk, ready to cross, while speeding to their destination.

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