In the parking lot just north of the marina this morning, we were met with this sad sight. This poor boat had apparently been neglected for an extended period, presumably at the dock. The fenders were inadequate (one has popped), and the topsides are chewed from of rubbing against the dock. Sitting on the trailer as it was, we couldn't see the cockpit or the interior, but the view from ground level was scary enough.
Clearly, this boat was not driven onto the trailer, or the mussel garden on the lower unit would have been blown away. But the state of neglect of the things we could see would indicate that the state of those things we could *not* see, like the engine, would be no better. I do wonder how it was gotten onto the trailer.
As we walked around this boat, Jane said that she was saddened. That she hated to see a boat that was suffering from this lack of love, of owner's pride, of nurturing. For some reason, boats do this to us - they evoke an emotional response. (I am only speaking here of Jane and I - surely you non-boaters out there are more rational than this.) We know that this boat was once someone's pride and joy. What happened? Did life's plans change?
This boat needs someone to care for her, to invest elbow grease. Most of what is wrong with her can be repaired with labor. Certainly, there will be things which, thru neglect, will have corroded or deteriorated beyond repair and must be replaced. But usually, the majority of any boat project's cost is the labor. And if you are willing to invest that labor yourself, then that very act of investment will make her yours.
Nurturing wanted. Apply within.