The Romance of Owning a Wood Boat
The sun is rising.  The morning mist is burning off.  The water is glass, mysterious and comforting.  A heron glides along by the reeds so peacefully, so perfectly.  The boat slides through the water with ease.  The lake accepts her as one of her own.  A ripple forms.  It rolls gently astern, reaching out, changing, then becoming one again with the lake.  The fragrance of nature, wood, leather and classic boat fill the senses.  The rumble from the engine is primal, throaty, gutural and rhythmic.  The varnish gleams a royal beauty.  Reflections take on a playful quality, ever changing, tricking the eye, dancing magically.

In this supernatural moment, your boat comes alive. A prehistoric sense of well being enters your soul. You feel a consciousness, a self awareness, that few ever get to experience. Everything is working in perfect harmony, and you feel a self-evident truth where man, boat, and lake become one.

You have waited a lifetime for this moment.

Finally, you understand what it means to own a wood boat - nothing else can ever compare.