While I was at the State Fish Pier. enjoying a home brewed cup of Coffee and reading my new Book
“The Yellow House: Van Gogh, Gauguin, and Nine Turbulent Weeks in Provence”(I may be as F’D Up as he was) this morning. I looked up and spotted a fast moving object heading my way. Man, those Seagulls can fly when they get a Tail Wind! Then out of the corner of my eye I spotted a very slow, sluggish and weighted down surface vessel. Oh, it was Paul Morrison in his new Surge Kayak hugging the State Fish Pier. what a Beautiful colored (not Paul’s beat red face) Kayak, Light blue top with white hull. Very Sleek! (again, not Paul Morrison).
After Tossing Paul a couple of Lattof Farms Monkey Breads from Rockport, Ma.
He headed off into the Sunset, I mean Sunrise.
But, Really. He was moving pretty Fast. That new Boat will do him good in next years Blackburn Challenge. He has a little work to do getting out of the thing. But I promised not to say anything about that. If I had some Manbags I’d be out there with him on Sunday Mornings.
Here are a few Photos of Paul and his Kayak from today;
Paul Skirting the Coastline and pissing off the Pier Anglers as he slices through their lines.
Paul booking it past the idled Gloucester Fishing fleet
and the Sugar Babe
Paul Morrison eyeing next years Challenge!
Alicia
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Joanne
Joey C
Marty Luster
Craig Kimberley
David B. Cox
Donna Ardizzoni
Ed Collard
E.J.
Sharon
Vickie & Peter
Kim Smith
Fr Matthew Green
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Manuel F. Simoes
S.D. Kelly
Thom Falzarano
Hey, where’s the movie? And don’t say you sped up the frame rate because I was smoking this morning. You could have water skiied behind my rooster tail.
Then I think I’ve left Paul F back at the State Fish Pier and so I am practicing getting out of my kayak in the surf at Pavilion Beach. Those four inch waves can be intimidating and this new boat is like getting out of a long thin razor. Because I have a 32 inch inseam, I have to hike my butt onto the poop deck behind the seat and straddle the boat before it tips over. But the damn thing is like a pony full of oats and wants to buck me off. So just as a four inch wave puts me in the drink Paul F comes around the corner. Fortunately no camera.
Pee-Wee Herman: “I meant to do that”.