What they say is true. It rains a lot in Seattle. My stay in the Pacific Northwest was saturated to say the least. To be honest the weather reminded me a bit of south west PA. Maybe a little warmer though. 8 days away from work, an accessible public transit system, tasty food, countless craft beers, and one legendary river made for a great week.
I’m fairly sure that we saw every tourist attraction that Seattle had to offer. Space needle, science center, art museum, Experience Music Project, underground tour, even an Elliott Bay boat tour.
The food was amazing with a lot of emphasis on local seafood. I never ate so many mussels in my life. Not only is a lot of the food local, the beer overwhelmingly is also. I intended to keep track of all of the beer that I drank but that plan fell apart quickly. The Nitelite was a modest place with cheap pints.
It was nice to see local beer featured at almost every establishment I visited. There were tons of choices but I kept coming back to Manny’s, an unfiltered pale ale. To be honest though, I didn’t have a bad beer the entire week.
One place where you’re guaranteed to get a look at some fish, besides the ones on ice at the public market, is the aquarium down at the water front. These are silvers (Coho) that were bunched up above a pane of glass. Where’s a 7 weight when you need one? And speaking of fishing…
My better half was very understanding about me going fishing for a day. I finally got my chance to stand in one of the PNW’s famous “S” rivers and swing big flies for steelhead. There wasn’t much time to fish and I knew my chances of actually hooking a fish were extremely low. It was just something that I had to do.
I picked the Sky because of its proximity to the city and was on the water after about a 45 minute drive. The flow was on the higher end of just right (or so I was told) with about 12″-18″ of visibility. This is a lot bigger water than I’m used to and I couldn’t have found good access without help. As it turns out no steelhead were in the cards for me on this trip. That’s to be expected though. Winter steelheading is built on long hours and few fish. Someday, hopefully, I’ll get another shot at a wild, winter fish.