Whaling

A hot hot Saturday and off we went to Boothbay Harbor in the old Whaler. The motor purred all the way. The boat is as sound as ever, but it deserves a cosmetic overhaul in the fall. I wonder how long the engine will last? Most parts cannot be replaced, as the bolts rusted when it was stolen and set adrift upside down. For now it is a champ.
Still waiting for the mooring guy to dump our new 1000-lb block of granite.  Autumn remains on dry land.