Drydock

If you know me, you know that I’ve spent a lot of time in boatyards. Like, a lot of time. They’re an important part of who I am and they’re an important element of the often times uneasy truce we have with the ocean. Don’t think a person can have a relationship with boats? Well, you’ve clearly never interacted with one– at least in a meaningful way.

For me, boatyards are uniquely beautiful simply because that beauty is unintentional. With it’s diverse group of tenants supported by stilts and blocks scattered across a bleached desert of broken seashells, a storage marina is a modest body that knows not its grace.

Docktails in hand, our friends at Vancrafted, Martha and I took a stroll down to Watch Hill Boatyard to explore, take a few pictures and lay hands on a few old vessels.