As a young boy my father and grandfather and I would go crabbing.   We would go once a year.   I never knew where we were, just that it was a long drive and it was down near the sea shore.   It was an event I looked forward to all year long.   After getting my license I'd drive down and explore.   One day I was headed over a small bridge in Sommer's Point New Jersey on route 559.   A few land marks told me I was near that old crabbing marina.   I looked down over the bridge and there it was.   I was ecstatic ...it was still there after so many years.   Later I went back to paint it many times.   This one is from under the bridge.   Over the years my family and I made this our traditional crabbing spot as well.