After plenty of sunshine, we decided to cool down with some surfing. At that moment, a big wave rolled something on my foot. It was a full-grown Dungeness crab, and I involuntarily bent down to pick it up out of the sand. At that moment, I thought: With your bare hands!?” In that moment of hesitation, the sea washed away the crab. Looking over Nina, there were crabs at her feet, just before she was swept away by the waves.
All we could do was shake our heads at Disney Moana– An ocean-like experience. And to both of us?
My cousin and I used to play in the ocean together all the time when we were kids and it never gave our feet dungeness. But now, thousands of miles from our homeland, our ancestor was kind enough to show up through her two pairs of surfing crabs. After all, the great Tambono Kano may still have cast a spell on the tides and waves.
Over the past four years, our family’s crab tradition has been increasingly postponed due to the spread of toxic algae in the temperate western waters where Dungeness crabs live. This year’s commercial crab season was supposed to start on my birthday, his December 1st, but was pushed back to the 31st. We played it safe and waited patiently, but the only redeeming quality about having a birthday in December is crab season.
But with the price of everything in our city rising and pollution keeping our annual crab feast away, by the time my daughter is old enough to throw her own crab net into the bay, this pastime may end soon.