simply a casual, minimalistic note regarding derelict runabouts

After the steep, always delightfully roguish descent down sandy bluff (far easier than usual due to overnight showers which stabilitized the ordinarily terrible footing) through colorful maples and green nettles, Oliver Fern and I spent several hours wandering the beach at relatively low tide. After inspecting untold numbers of tiny crabs and undertaking a handful of meandering detours around ghastly, slippery clay leaching and oozing out of the forest above into the shallows of Elliott Bay, we eventually happened upon a derelict runabout, a garish-orange Whitehouse full of putrid seawater and gravel and we pried the dangling, corroded nameplate off with a mussel shell, loving found objects much as we do (Oliver Fern insisted we tow the boat home, cleverly appealing to my sensibilities with a most intriguing proposal involving containerized Saguaro cacti in the backyard). The boys and I’ve discovered lots of broken-up old boats on the Whulge, over the years. They’re terrific finds for children and their shutterbug fathers, akin to strolling along forest paths which mysteriously lead to meadowy clearings underneath abandoned treehouses with thick rope ladders hanging down. Obviously, if a treehouse appears suspiciously well-constructed of cookies, gingerbread and the like, you turn and run the other way unless your dad insists it looks safe (even tests the rope himself).

2 thoughts on “simply a casual, minimalistic note regarding derelict runabouts

  1. While I have spied a number of moored, non-functioning boats in marinas, I have only once come across remnant of a boat washed ashore on a beach. I was hiking with friends on the Pacific Coast and we found the remains of a fishing boat partially buried on a sandy beach. I always wondered if the crew made it back safe and sound.

  2. I think it would be a dream to see a boat along the Pacific coast like you saw (keeping in mind I would certainly have shared your concerns about the fate of the crew). I’m sure you must have also marveled at the wreckage of the Peter Iredale at one time or another? Most of the wrecked boats we’ve seen have been inside of Elliott Bay. One of the more humorous occasions (I’m reminded of this as we partook of a long walk on Alki just this past Sunday afternoon) that doesn’t exactly fit into the category of wreckage was a few years ago on Alki when someone got their sailboat stranded high on the beach at low tide somewhereabouts Spud Fish and Chips. It wasn’t a really big boat but it was impressively perched atop the keel and I was crestfallen to not have my camera with me for once in my life…….

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