Spent an uneventful night at Edmonds on Thursday. Uneventful
except for the 98-year-old boat (and believe me, she looked it) near us, whose
ragtag crew attempted to mount a plank and steel transom to the swim step…in
order to mount an engine they brought to the dock on a trolley. (At one point,
one of them was pushing nails in with his sneaker-shod foot.) None of this was
a big deal – until they started up the engine and let it run for an hour.
Apparently, it was brand new and had to be broken in.
It is not my intention to poke fun at people or be mean spirited
in this blog. However, I do describe things that people do that just seem
ludicrous. Sometimes it’s because we are learning from other boaters’ mistakes.
And sometimes, well…it’s just ludicrous. I feel for these guys, I do. When Nick
finally said something to them about the engine noise…because it really was
just too much…they said they’d have the engine slapped on and be out of there
in no time. They were still dinking around when we retired.
This morning…no sign of the transom pieces, no sign of the
crew, engine still on the trolley. Obviously, boat still at the marina. I wish
them better luck today…
We are heading, once again, toward Oak Harbor.
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