Crabby Crab takes flight

“The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.” ~ G. K. Chesterton

Note: Crabby's Vegas trip photos are are being shot "on the cheap." I am on vacation and don't want to have to think about exposures or flash output - blah, blah, blah. Many of these photos have been shot at 6400 with no flash and not a lot of worry about focus. If you are just visiting this site, Crabby Crab is kind of a self-appointed Crisfield mascot who enjoys promoting Crisfield. He jumped in my camera bag before we left, and we thought it would be cute to show a Crisfield crab gone wild in Vegas.


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We finally made it to the BWI airport. Crabby had his ticket in hand.

We had packed carefully, as to not be held up at security. Crabby Crab must have looked like a suspicious character; we made it through security but Crabby had to be pulled aside and wanded.

After Crabby's embarrassing moment he settled down to read the classic "On the Road" while waiting for our flight.

Crabby was very excited when the plane arrived.

Crabby was greeted by a friendly Southwest Airline attendant.

Please fasten your seat belts.

Snacks anyone?

Crabby met a nice bunch of Motorola communication specialists (Communication Specialists, Inc. out of  Fredericksburg, VA) headed to a convention in Vegas. They cater to our first responders. And everyone in Crisfield knows how much I love our first responders! This is Bill McCloskey. He covers the Washington D.C./Metro area.  Bill has never been to our Crab Derby. Crabby told Bill all about it, so we hope to see him next year!

And this is Drew Wine, Vice President of Communication Specialists, Inc. Drew loves crabs. No, Drew, you can't eat Crabby. But you can bring  your team to the Crisfield Crab Derby on Labor Day weekend. All you can eat crabs, and tons more. We roll out the red carpet for the entire weekend.

I just know Crabby is going to have nightmares tonight.

Crabby listens in on "Motorola" talk. He really wanted some of that homemade cake.

Time for a snack.

Crabby arrives at the Vegas airport. Wait for us, Crabby!

Crabby tries to slide down the escalator rail. Bad crab!

We finally arrived at Treasure Island. Crabby wasted no time making friends with these girls from San Diego. Actually, he used them to try and pick up that cute dog. What happens in Vegas is going back to Crisifeld, Crabby!

We tried to hold Crabby back when he saw the slots, to no avail.

After Crabby lost all his mad-money, we took him for a walk. Notice he is wearing his Somerset County pin. He could not find his Crisfield pin.

Crabby is most certainly a VIP Crisfield crab.

At the Venetian, Crabby barely missed being stepped on as he scuttled across the floor trying to see a pretty dancer. For those of you who have never been to Vegas, that is a painted sky. It looks sooo real. It reminded Crabby of Crisfield. For a few minutes Crabby was sad.

A beer made him feel better.

The helicopter man gave Crabby a ride on his head. Tomorrow Crabby is going to the Grand Canyon in a chopper.

After a long day, Crabby had to take a nap. A Crisfield crab is not used to such a fast-paced world. We tucked him in and hit the slots.