Three Things

Here are a few more shots from Saturday afternoon's

trip to Yankee Point Marina.

 Jamestown Settlement ship replica

Dinghy dock.
(Say that six times without cracking a smile.  I dare you.)

More dinghies.
(I am so easily entertained by the word dinghy, it's ridiculous.)

Saturday was a great day.

So here we are at Thursday already, and I'm still talking about last Saturday. Sometimes on this blog Thursdays are reserved for sharing three random thoughts dating back to last weekend.   Since I really don't have a whole lot on my mind right now, at least nothing worth sharing, I'll pass on my turn and ask you to share three things.  Anything at all, no matter how random. 

Otherwise feel free to remark on Yankee Point Marina, the Jamestown Settlement and/or the word dinghy.

Happy Thursday.

Yankee Point Marina

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 correct better term,
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. 

The man and woman who own this boat have big plans to travel
up and down the Intracoastal Waterway.  
What an adventure that would be!
On this particular Saturday, though, they were quite content 
to sit and read quietly, that is until some
strange woman pointed a camera in their direction.

Does changing the spelling of the name make the boat impervious to disaster? (FYI: This might be the first time I've ever used the word "impervious." Actually, I think Impervious would be a far better name for this boat. Remind me of this if I ever win the lottery and own a boat that needs naming.)

This 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.