|Our first boat, a Hoursten Glascraft.|
When we got our float cabin on Powell Lake, Wayne and I had to get nautical right away. We bought our first boat from Barry who had the houseboat rental at the Shinglemill Marina. It had a good fiberglass hull, but the outboard motor was a piece of shit. We got a new Honda and shortly thereafter sold it to our friend John.
Our next boat was a new Campion bowrider. Wayne bought it from a dealer on Vancouver Island and they both came home on the ferry. This runabout still provides our regular transportation up and down the lake. "Her" name is Mr. Boat.
Our next nautical adventure was a boat for the chuck (ocean). John helped us find our 2352 Bayliner called Halcyon Days. For eight years she took us to remote and tranquil anchorages up and down the Strait of Georgia. Now she resides at our cabin for winter transport when the waves can get pretty large.
When we're at the cabin, we use a tin boat to bomb around and do water-based chores. John helped us find this one as well. She's welded aluminum and used to leak like a sieve, but after Wayne sealed the hull with Cabela's boat patch sticks, it's watertight.
The call of northern inlets made us want a larger boat for the chuck. Foghorn, a 3058 thirty-foot Bayliner, became ours. We've taken several local cruises to Cortes and Quadra, and hope to head up north this coming summer.
This probably sounds like a lot of boats, but each has its own purpose. And now that we have Foghorn, it's time to sell Halcyon Days. When that happens, who knows. There just might be another boat in our nautical future. -- Margy