Last Saturday after the West Point Crab Carnival,
a friend and I rode over to Yankee Point Marina in Lancaster.
Ever since my summers at the Islander, I've always loved
wandering around the docks of a marina.
I wonder about the stories the boats and their owners could tell.
|This water taxi, for lack of a |
ferried passengers from boats anchored
in the creek to the marina.
I can't imagine having the freedom to live aboard a boat if I wanted, traveling from place to place at my own pace, without a care in the world.
(Well, technically, someone else on board would need to have a care, because they'd have to do all the
work navigating. I'd just be along for the ride. Without a care in the world. It's a nice thing to daydream about, especially when your actual life requires that you be tied to a school and work calendar into infinity and beyond for the foreseeable future.)
|The view from those chairs is such that if I were to have sat down,|
I'm pretty sure I'd still be sitting there now.
somewhat rambling blog post which started off talking about Yankee Point Marina, only to take a few turns down Daydream Lane, concluding with my make-believe boat called Impervious is now coming to a merciful close.
If you had a sailboat or a yacht what would you name it and why?
Tune in next time for a few more photos from Yankee Point Marina.