Saturday, August 8, 2009
The Islander, Part II
Continuing on with yesterday's talk about the Islander, which used to be The Place to go in the summer around here, here's a shot of their boathouse.
Back in the '70's my grandmother used to pay us for collecting aluminum cans, and the Islander trash cans were always chock full. When we tired of frolicking in the pool unsupervised, we'd traipse up and down the docks rooting around in the boaters' trash. Unsupervised.
Hunting for cans gave us the opportunity to study the boats.
Some of them were the size of the QE II, enormous yachts. We imagined what it would be like to own such a vessel and spent hours pondering her name and where she would take us.
Sometimes curiosity got the best of us, particularly in this boathouse.
Since most of the boats docked here belonged to longer-term renters, there weren't as many people milling around. The owners would only occasionally be present, and it was quite easy for a curious kid or teenager to accidentally--albeit with an astonishing degree of confidence considering the circumstances--step on board and take a gander around.
Mind you, I am not saying that I did this.
All I'm saying is there were many fine vessels housed in the Islander boathouse, and it wouldn't surprise me if one or more Mathews County residents didn't set foot onto a yacht just to make sure everything was OK and the vessels were still seaworthy.
I loved the Islander.