Me trespassing in weird boat graveyard/repair place at the end of the road, at “the end of the world,” in Puerto Arenas, holding a giant dead crab that could kill all of mankind if 1000 times larger, gifted to me by the very lovely fisherman who were working there and, I guess, nonplussed, by my being there.

Wendy with dead king crab, boat graveyard, Patagonia, Chile