As I indicated in my earlier post- I was looking to make a trip into the nearest marine supply store and get some additional information and expand on my shopping/wish list.
I made my way to the unassuming flat topped building. A single sign out front was the only indication that I had in fact arrived at the right place.
I don't really think anything could prepare me from what I saw next. I opened the door and was greeted with a blast of cool air from the stores AC.
Nirvana, Heaven, Brigadoon, Shangri la.. etc etc all of these terms could have applied here- rows and rows of fenders, navigation equipment, epoxy and fiberglass, just heaps and heaps of all the things you could possibly want on your boat or anything you might use to maintain your boat.
I must say the only aisles I didn't pay a return visit to were the ones with inverters and toilets- who thought those two should be in the same aisle anyway?
There I stood slack jawed and bemused. Like some elderly driver confused by a traffic circle - Just drive you fool!!! Its a traffic circle not brain surgery, just saying.
So knowing that I was just there for recon (to get an idea of costs and get some much needed knowledge), I was able to keep my wallet firmly in its place. However that being said I did pick up a can of varnish- it made me feel like I was at least making some progress today. Though now that I've said that I realize I should be out sanding rather than making cheeky commentary right now. Back outside I go.
My adventures working to restore a 16' sloop. Nothing in the world like a wooden boat.
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