Day 9
No one was around the boatyard at dawn. I had been a damp and sticky night that I was ready to shake off. With the mast down from the night before, trailer loading went quick. Shawn had pointed out a hose so I rinsed Annie and flushed the motor. Off to Greenville.
Greenville is the largest city in the area and where I went to undergraduate school. It was the college furthest away from home but still in-state. I spent the first two years partying, quit and moved to California (yeah, to find myself) and returning with a purpose to pull it together. It worked, I guess. Pulling into town I waited on a prearranged meeting at City Art Gallery. I had brought samples of my maritime paintings and got a good reception. Maybe a show on the horizon?
Finished I turned toward Richmond. Annie is 9+ years old and in need of a bit more TLC than I have mustered running back and forth to Mathews on the Bay. The decks need painting, the bilge cleaned and a new sculling oar shaped. That's a post yet to be written.
Although the mystery, of getting her in the narrow urban alley and through the fence into our backyard beside the workshop, loomed... we slowly but steadily tooled in the right lane up Interstate 95.
Arriving late I parked on the street and was happy that I had gone, that Annie had again shined and that the old guy still had it going on. Yippee!
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