To me Lucas Boatworks is a magical place - a place where I step back in time and remember growing up around boatbuilders. My dad and our neighbors were boat people - they built them, spent as much time possible in them, and loved the bay. The bay was our playground, and most of the time our grocery store. My dad and the men who built the boats were some of the finest craftsmen and human beings I had ever known. They knew how to work hard, and they knew how to play hard as well.
When I arrived at Lucas Boatworks for the first time I smelled the smells of my youth - the wood, the resins. I met boat people that would have been my dad's best friends if he were still alive. They are my best friends instead. I felt like I had come back home. The magic of this place and these people cannot be overstated. As we arrived back at dock today, my thought is that this picture captured some of the magic.
It does capture some of the magic, Kathy . . . especially with two of your pups swimming out to meet you! I look forward to reading more here. Great idea to use a blog for this!
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