Every time I build up a sweat washing down my boat, I think back to a Grand Banks 42 I passed on the Intracoastal Waterway. It was neatly docked in a covered shed on South Carolina’s Waccamaw River, totally protected from the elements.
I cast an envious glance and then peered over my windshield and noted several white splotches of seagull “gifts” soiling my foredeck. I pondered how great it must be to have a place where the boat is safe from such disfigurement.