Built in the late 1800's, fishermen used these boats to pull in salmon nets which were drug into the front bow section. The nets were then "picked" for the fish, hence Bowpickers. Like a two door 57 Chevy, there aren't many around nowadays.
In no time, there were four people in line, so I joined them while I read Nick Russell's Big Lake Abduction. The interesting thing about THIS fish and chips joint is the fish. It's TUNA!! Nice big white pieces in a crunchy batter. No, it doesn't taste like tuna ..... it tastes like chicken. Just kidding, it tastes like halibut. Delicious!
With not much else going on, except keeping an eye on Miss Jessie ... a full time job ... I strapped the cone to her harness and headed out to the beach once again for a little flying. This new Phoenix Pro flew like butter, but it isn't very forgiving when it comes to a relative newby. The wind was no help, as it was either gusty, or non-existent. I blew as hard as I could and finally gave up.
You know about the cone of shame ..... this is known as the walk of shame. Regardless of what this kite does, you can usually get it back in the air using the handles. Unless that is, you drop it behind a bush. After staking the handles, it's a long walk with your head down to detangle the kite. There were TWO walks of shame yesterday caused by not enough beach area to fly.
After two hours, it seemed the more I flew, the worse I got. I hiked back to the rig to find my Coopie Bear sound asleep.
Today I drop Miss Jessie off at the Vet's office for boarding and head south to Seaside for more team kite flying. She's not going to be happy to learn she has to stay overnight. I can't get back in time to pick her up before they close. Friday, I'll leave early in the aftenoon and bring her home. I'm not sure how Cooper is going to handle that, but it has to be. I just can't take a chance on those stitches!!
Hopefully I'll have some good kite pics to show you!!