Salty, dependable and made of wood. It looks, smells and sits in the water exactly like my "first" boat. "Firsts" stay fresh in the memory because we tend to attach emotion to the whole experience. I can still see my Dad bringing a rowboat just like this one home from the lake. My brother could have his motorbike, I had a boat! Soon, I was introduced to a new skill set called "caulking" which would (in theory) keep the old girl tight. I now fondly smile when I think of all the bailing required to keep her afloat. So much for my caulking skills but she was a thrill none the less.There aren't too many of these classics still around and I wonder if I'm not alone with my twinge of nostalgia.
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