Gentlemen, we can rebuild her.
We have the technology.
We can make her stronger,
Not necessarily faster,
But prettier than before.
We can return her to the sea
and watch with anticipation,
. . . .
. . . .
until,
while up in the slings touching up the bottom paint we find a hairline crack – at the back of the keel this time.
Then we can return her to the Concrete Pad of Frustration, fix her in about an hour, and wait for it to dry, leaving a day later than we’d planned. Nuts.
If a crack at the front of the keel is called a “smile”, what do you suppose we should call this one in the back?
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You know though, it took a couple weeks, but there really are worse places than Ilwaco to spend an extra day. There isn’t as much to visit as there used to be, but it’s been a pretty nice place to live. I think we might lug out the folding bikes and actually go to the beach for once.