A hot summer’s day. Spent, as it should. On the water.
Rod, the new custodian of my first Frankenwerke restoration, showed up early. Already getting warm out. How ‘bout a hop upriver, before the crowds arrive?
Old Salt, is based on what remained of a 1959 Glasspar Seafair. She now sports a period-perfect 1959 Johnson Seahorse, “Fat-fifty.” Heavy as an old Buick, and about as economical at the gas pumps. The sort of thing some of us lusted after – before we discovered girls, at least.
But, hey. Some of us remember ‘em when they were new. I’m quite certain, a seventeen-foot boat was way, waaaaaaaay bigger, back then. Know what I mean? The sort of thing that spawned dreams of crossing oceans.
OK, so the water isn’t quite as warm as it might look. But, I wanted the picture, and swimming was the only way I was gonna’ get it. That’s Jamie in the forward hatch. Not sure, if he wanted to go swimming with me, or not.
Not so bad, after you’ve been in for a while.
Just for laughs, I put this one in of a white whale sighting. But, be kind. Whales have feelings, too.
Most of the places, Jamie-the-sea-dog and I visit tend to be on the quiet side. Whenever possible.
Not so many damn people. We’re not selfish, just sensible. Except today. We made a brief stop for quick liberty call. In a busy marina. Lots and lots of people. Lots of boats.
In fact, all these people got out of that one boat. No wonder, those jobs leave such a big wake.
Anyhow, it was a good day out there. Wakes, or no wakes.
I wonder here we’ll go tomorrow?
You should join us. Really, should.