“I fished crab until last year, I got injured, my eye,” says the muddy guy at the turnout above the beach. “But hey, go down to the pier and wait for the boats to come in. You’ll get a whole crab for six — maybe eight bucks from those guys.” He points at a boat that’s crossing the water. “It’s a good deal, no soft shells. You like crab, right?”
It’s high tide at the dock and there are lots of people swinging crab traps into the water.… continued…
They were heading out of The Popcorn Factory while we were heading in — one of the girls almost backed into me. I asked them if I could take their picture and they were sweet as pie about it. “What do you have to do to become a rodeo princess?” I asked.
“You have to learn stuff! About horses, yeah, but also, about politics and history… if you want to go to the nationals, you have to learn international things too, like who’s the Prime Minister of England…”
I thanked them and didn’t keep them too long, they had rodeo princess duties to attend to somewhere, I’m sure.… continued…
If there was a better place to be on Monday than West Seattle, I don’t want to know about it. In the morning, I met a new friend at Alki and in the afternoon, J and I walked the beach at Lincoln Park. It was perfect.
