Greetings from Pacifica

The winds kept that nasty San Francisco Bay oil spill from spreading to the south, so the Pacifica Pier--unlike the SF Municipal Pier and a bunch of other piers and beaches in the bay and points north--remained open on Friday.

Crabbing was slow. This red crab was keeper sized, but he was missing his right pincer. Since most of the meat is in the pincer, I tossed him back. Sometimes, I am a beneficent despot.

I didn't make any notable catches. A couple red crabs. A couple starfish. Like I said, it was slow. But as you can see from the image below, it was so freaking beautiful, the catch didn't matter.

Also, I bought my first snare trap--five or six bucks at the Rusty Hook. I think I got the hang of it.