Beautiful! Simply beautiful.
Driving carefully, a 100 year old treasure behind, that very few people could view as a treasure. Your mind bounces back and forth between the road, the ice, the problems and the vision of you sailing this vessel some summer hence...what a road trip, maybe with your kids or grandkids--'hold the tiller more gently son...'. Stopping every now and again to get gas or liquids and look her over and admire through the plywood that shouldn't be there, the dry rotted frames under the deck, the peeling paint, and the good timbers and planks that can be restored. The conversations with truck driver or person getting gas across the pump. Keeping an eye out for the rogue deer that might jump across the highway and bring it all to a crashing halt in a ditch, or worse. Thoughts of the previous owners and how you will never let her come into such disrepair balanced by the notion "Do I have enough left in me for another restoration?"
Beautiful, manly exertion. Too bad you couldn't share it with a friend. But you have us instead. Good on you, Robert.
