Hmmm. OK, maybe "Wheelhouse" would be more suitable. Yes, I'll refer to it as Wheelhouse.![]()
Actually, I meant the deck.
Hmmm. OK, maybe "Wheelhouse" would be more suitable. Yes, I'll refer to it as Wheelhouse.![]()
SD, I work construction so to me the old wooden girl is like restoring a master or something for me. As soon as I step onto her deck all the deadlines and problems of everyday stay at the dock. I think your mind sees the finished product or a version of it and you really don't get the scope of how daunting some of the projects are. Good thread. PaulIs it the voyage or the vessel that we love so much. Sometimes I think I like working on my boat as much as I like using it.
Sd
For me it's the vessel. I've never seen an ugly boat in my life. They're all designed for a specific mission. Now, I'll admit to not wanting to go on a number of those missions.Is it the voyage or the vessel that we love so much.
...I've never seen an ugly boat in my life. They're all designed for a specific mission. Now, I'll admit to not wanting to go on a number of those missions.![]()
Here's an ugly boat - mine.
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In fact a fellow with a sistership was going to name his Phugly.
Here's an ugly boat - mine.
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In fact a fellow with a sistership was going to name his Phugly.
This song, "Cool Change" by Little River Band pretty much says it for me....
"If there's one thing in my life that's missing
It's the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool and bright clear water
There's lots of those friendly people
They're showing me ways to go
But I never want to lose their inspiration
Time for a cool change
I know that it's time for a cool change
And I know that my life is so pre-arranged
I know that it's time for a cool change
Well I was born in the sign of water
And it's there that I feel my best
The albatross and the whales they are my brothers
And it's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon like a lover
I've never been romantic
And sometimes I don't care
I know it may sound selfish
But let me breathe the air
If there's one thing in my life that's missing
It's the time that I spend alone
Sailing on the cool and bright clear water
It's kind of a special feeling
When you're out on the sea alone
Staring at the full moon like a lover
Here's an ugly boat - mine.
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In fact a fellow with a sistership was going to name his Phugly.
Is it the voyage or the vessel that we love so much.
Sometimes I think I like working on my boat as much as I like using it.
Anyone else feel the same way?
Sd
After literally days of hot, suffering work in my genie room, and one frustrating system glitch after another, I awaken before a cool dawn to a delight of noises, textures and sensations of Bucky's pilothouse. The way the doors open, the windows slide, and the controls feel. A subtle twist of the key brings the soft, friendly murmur of my diesel as if to say "I'm with you, let's go". A throw the lines and she's away from dock....carrying us down the canal toward the place where both of us want to be. We clear the inlet, then the channel marker and steer 180 degrees into the crystal waters of Biscayne Bay. She reaches her sweet spot and takes her full keel stance upon the course we've chosen. In the distance, the Charter boats are heading out through Stiltsville Cut in anticipation of the morning's catch while the midnight waves grow blue-green from the sun's early grace. Running straight and true in open water, I step from the pilothouse and walk freely around the deck, stopping to sip coffee toasts to my favorite morning views, and standing confidently upon the platform that has inspired my awakening to the wonder of water. The cool air, the warming sun, man and machine all in one congruent, fluid moment. Does life get better?
It doesn't matter what kind of boat you have. Just get out on the water, use it, and enjoy it.
Here's an ugly boat - mine.
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In fact a fellow with a sistership was going to name his Phugly.
Here's an ugly boat - mine.
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In fact a fellow with a sistership was going to name his Phugly.