Outer Banks. Hot, windy night on the beach. There are some smudgy stars visible through the haze -- but no match for a little boy with a bright flashlight.
Eli and I joined my brother and his daughter in their annual summer tradition of scouting out ghost crabs under the pier. The funny, pale critters scuttle across the sand but will often freeze when a light shines directly on them. Beady eyes -- waving around on stalks, no less -- look mighty surprised. Then four pairs of legs rocket sideways so the crab can disappear into the dark. No matter how many times it happened, it was followed by Eli's gasp and gleeful giggle.
Looks like you had a great time! Traditions are so special!
Posted by: Karan Johnson | 07 July 2015 at 03:10 PM