Delaware Bay Norbury’s landing: horseshoe crabs fill the beach, red knots run in the surf snatching up the protein rich crab eggs (fuel for their flight, from the the arctic circle to Tierra del Fuego), as the blue-green waves gently lap the shore. Expansive estuaries team with life, amber waves of phragmites with their tassled tops dancing in the breeze.. In the deep black mud of the marsh, fiddler crabs scurry into their burrows, along the inlet at Turkey Point Where we catch blue-claws in cubical crab traps baited with menhaden, which leaves an iridescent oil slick floating on the dark water, where once running down a trail a razor blade of a marsh grass sliced my leg open. Rickety fishing shacks rest on stilts above the browninish-green water around Money Island. The bait and snack shop with it’s weather worn, ...