Here are a couple of links to stories in The Daily World, a newspaper that serves Grays Harbor and Pacific counties on the Washington Coast.
The first is to an amazing picture and a brief article about a Westport crab boat that ran aground last week.
The second link is to an article that describes a separate situation, also from last week, in which a Westport man and two others were rescued after their 69-foot crab boat hit the rock jetty and began taking on water near the mouth of Grays Harbor.
George tells me that two of his crewmembers saw and heard members of the (soaking wet) rescued crew shortly after they were back on land. I hope to get that story for you very soon and am sure it will make for interesting reading.
I will take a moment now to reiterate just how dangerous commercial fishing is and to remind everyone that it still ranks as the #1 most dangerous job in America. We are all so blessed and lucky each time a member of our fishing family, or one of our fishing friends, returns home safe and sound. We are fortunate when the boat operates well and when the captain and crew is smart and safe. We never, never take any of it for granted.
George made a delivery to a local buyer last night and is home for the weekend. We have not seen him in weeks and were ecstatic to open the door and find him standing there with a big smile on his face and two pizzas in his hand. It took Eva a moment to realize just who was standing in her doorway, but as soon as it registered, she performed a couple steps of her Happy Jig and jumped into George’s arms.
After days of watching work trucks arrive at our neighbor’s house and asking “Dada? Dada?” each time one pulled in next door, her Dada finally arrived in a work truck of his own.
Although Eva was momentarily dismayed that George’s arrival did not, in fact, call for a round of raisens and strawberry-bannana juice for dinner, she went to bed peacefully last night and was surprised all over again when she woke up this morning and found her Dada in the kitchen.
When Vincent woke up, I dressed him in his crab-and-lighthouse onesie and blue overalls, and he greeted his daddy with a big, toothless, five-month old smile of his own.
These are the moments for which commercial fishing families live, are they not?