During the summer, I dock at a really nice marina about 45 minutes from home. Love it. During the winter, I store my boat at a true "boatyard" that's been going since the 1920s. The railway tracks they used to pull boats are still visible. It has been owned by the current people for almost 50 years. It is a little dusty, the driveway is rutted and the equipment is pretty old but workable. There is a certain "powered by Budweiser" feeling about the place, but I love it. It is like coming home again in the fall because I grew up in boatyards just like it. Everyone works on their own boat. Nothing is too much to ask of the owner and his crew. In fact, in the spring, the place is a great source for help because just about anyone will drop what he is doing and give you a hand. Need an engine pulled? Need a water pump pulley? Want to repack a stuffing box? Have to repair the wiring to your running lights? The owner has been around boats all of his life and there is seemingly nothing that he doesn't know how to do - and often for little or no money. Best of all, after 21 years of being first a summer slip renter, and now only a winter storage customer, they have become truly good friends.
But, like many of these old yards, the years are passing and the real estate is worth a lot. One of these days, it is going to change hands and the big metal shed where I stored boats all these years will become a condominium.
OK, I'm getting old, too. But is just a shame to see these great old, beat-up places finally disappear.
Maybe that will the signal for me to sell my boat and give up the water. Or, maybe there is one more "boatyard" out there. I certainly hope so.
Bill