I keep my boat at a sandy spit. The terrain is low; it’s a flat, sandy promontory that juts into the sea. The sea is big, with 120 miles of open water to the north. The spit is covered in blackberry, witch hazel, and grass, and is home to gulls, herons, and otters.
The wind blows constantly. It picks up sand, which abrades and scours the fiberglass, removing gelcote.
The birds and otters shit on everything. Their excrement is a mix of fish guts, shell, and black berries that stains and etches everything it touches.
The wind brings a full load of pollen, dirt, and more than ever, woodsmoke. This all settles on the non skid and is a pain to remove, because you don’t have any gelcote anymore.
When I am at Sea, all that is forgotten.
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