The Romance of Owning a Wood Boat
The sun is lower in the sky now and glitters a golden swath across the lake. The water is smooth, amber bronze, mysterious and comforting. A heron glides along by the reeds so peacefully and perfectly. The boat slips easily through the water, at one with nature. A ripple gently rolls astern, reaching out, changing and becoming one again with the lake. The fragrance of nature, wood and leather fill the senses. The classic engine urges the gorgeous wood boat through the water. The varnish gleams a royal beauty, taking on a playful quality, ever changing, tricking the eye, dancing magically.

You truly feel the moment and your boat suddenly becomes alive. A prehistoric sense of well being enters your soul. You know a consciousness and self awareness that few ever experience. Everything is working in perfect harmony and you feel a self evident balance and truth where man, boat and lake become one.

You have waited your entire life for this one singular moment.
Finally, you understand what it means to own a wood boat.
Nothing else can ever compare.