The boat’s given name is Shining Star, and that’s just not going to cut it for me. Sitting in it this morning, looking out over the inlet was a priceless thrill, considering how little it cost. The boat is rock-solid and amazingly over-built for being 33 years old. It’s not going to set any speed records, but it’s completely dry and cheerful, with 6′ of headroom, 8′ of beam and quite inviting for margaritas and guitars, or dropping a line over the side (someone just caught a 28″ Drum this morning), or even a crab trap. My River Rat inner child awoke once again and peeps, it’s good. It’s good to remember who I am.
I just sat back and let The Slack take over as I gazed across the salt marshes and sky. It’s a small respite with an expansive view, and just a 10-mile drive to escape and just be.
I think it’s the definition of Primordial Slack.