Rays, babes, and lots of food. Ok, not really babes, there are more crabs than las chicas. When the suns out, the guns come out, and so do the crab and the ambigious fishing crew. Give them two buckets and a fishing net, and they come back with over 100 crab. While my little brothers and there friends stack crab in there buckets, the rest of us are enjoying the rays of the sun and the delicious food that keep coming out of the kitchen.
The hours slowly mold together, and sense of time becomes a blur. Lunchs and dinners become feasts, and 1 bottle of wine magically turns into 3 or 4. Life is hard here in Martha's Vinayard.