Wareham Village and the Secret Life of Rick

 

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I love my wife. I mean real shout-it-from-the-rooftops stuff. I love boating with her too. But I have more free time than her and I spend a lot of it on the boat by myself. The XO refers to this as The Secret Life of Rick.
All my life, before the XO, with very little exception, boating was a solitary endeavor. During my child rearing years, I couldn’t for the life of me get my kids to go boating. Oh, once in a great while, one of them would give in to my goading and somewhat reluctantly accompany the ol’ man as I excitedly hooked up the runabout and towed it to Lake Cochituate, or the Charles River.

Larson runabout.

Larson runabout.

I suppose if smartphones were around back then they’d have their heads bent into them as we cruised past incredible sights and gorgeous vistas.  You can’t tell your kids what to like. All you can do is expose them to things and either they’ll like it or not. In this case they didn’t, so I went boating alone. Like 98% of the time.

The Lone Boater 1990.

The Lone Boater , late 80’s.

Sometimes I would get up real early, have absolutely wonderful adventures on the waterways, come home, and everyone would still be sleeping! Jeez, I couldn’t even tell ’em about it!
I resigned myself to be a single-hander and set up all my boats to this end. I have stacks of log books, detailing at length, years of boating bliss. This is what I did before the internet blogging thing.

Log book excerp. To the page I would staple polaroids on one edge so that you could flip it up and read the log.

Log book page.  I would staple Polaroids on one edge so that you could flip them and read the log.

It all changed when I met the XO. At first I was worried that my boating addiction would scare her away, so I tried to downplay it, but it was as hard to hide as the 28 foot Cruisers Holiday in the driveway.
“I always wanted a boat, but it is a lot to take on, you know,  when you’re alone,” she said one day after I carefully broached the subject.
It was music to my ears, clouds broke from the heavens, glorious sunshine spilled upon the earth, angels wept, birds sang, I was in love, LUV.

Cruisers Holiday, the XO, and the Charlestown Bridge

Cruisers Holiday, the XO, and the Charlestown Bridge. July 2008

It’s another beautiful day in paradise. I think I’ll take Ginger Lee to Zecco’s for a pump out, and then on to the Narrows, tie her up at the free dock, get a hot dog at Frankenstein’s and a cigar at Brennan’s.
After warming up the diesels, I unleash the pennants and head out to the channel where the vigilant Harbormaster is educating a Sea Ray owner about the newly placed “No Wake Zone”.

Respect the No Wake Zone.

Respect the No Wake Zone.

 

I feel great as I slowly cruise through the Wareham River. It’s so nice to be boating! The channel winds its way past the Tempest Knob ramp, Zecco’s Marina, Cape Cod Shipbuilding, the British Landing, and culminates at The Narrows where a train bridge and Main Street cross over a shallow inlet making it unnavigable for anything larger than a kayak.

Approaching Zecco Marina.

Approaching Zecco’s Marina.

 

 

The Cape Cod Shipbuilding facility.

The Cape Cod Shipbuilding facility.

M/V Fishbones docked in Wareham Harbor.

M/V Fishbones docked at British Landing.

Approaching the pier.

Approaching the dock.

The Narrows Crossing restaurant.

The Narrows Crossing restaurant.

The Narrows Crossing restaurant is full of patrons eating lunch. I feel many eyeballs on me as I near the dock. Thankfully, the wind and water currents are not a factor here and I pull off a smooth, uneventful docking.

At the pier in Wareham Village.

At the dock in Wareham Village.

 

 

First stop,

First stop.

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Second stop.

Second stop.

Whether you want breakfast, a light lunch, or a full-blown meal, it’s all right here within a few blocks. Chinese, Mexican, Italian, seafood. What’s your pleasure? Also a convenience store, bait and tackle shop, liquor store, banks and a post office.
After so many years of solo boating, I am comfortable with myself and my ability to singlehandedly operate Ginger Lee safely. But ya know, it’s so much better to have someone to share boating with. I am truly blessed.DSCN0828

2 thoughts on “Wareham Village and the Secret Life of Rick

  1. I SEE THAT MANY YEARS LIVING ON THE CHARLES YOU GOT THE BOATING FEVER. I DIDN’T NO THAT YOU WERE SUCH A BOATMAN . I REMEMBER YOU WERE A GREAT ONE TO HOPE IN YOUR CAR ON A SATURDAY OR SUNDAY MORNING AND TAKE A RIDE DOWN TO P-TOWN AND BACK.
    MYSELF HAVE ALSO LIKE TO SALTWATER FISH LIKE MY DAD . MY SON-IN-LAW AND I GET OUT AS MUCH AS WE CAN.ALSO MY SON COMES WITH ALSO.

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