Ker and I headed over to Wellesley Island this morning to take a look at a boat trailer for the Montauk. We pulled off the side of the road. Two guys stood next to an old white van. The first gentlemen approached me to shake hands. He was a barrel chested man with sandy hair. He introduced his brother who stood in the back round. I shook his hand as well, and it was immediately apparent that he was the one who would not be speaking. The trailer was in decent shape, and probably would have worked just fine for the boat, but the two of us could not strike a deal. I was reluctant to dole out his full asking price, so we went on our way.
The decision to not buy the trailer reopened the conversation about the boat, an engine, trailers etc. We headed to Chalk's Marina to figure out what to do with our boat, and at the least make sure it was still there. Chris is the sales guy at Chalk's. He seems a nice genuine and good hearted man in an honest way, quite opposite of the way that most salesmen make you feel. This of course meant one of two things, he was an honest good men, or he was incredibly skilled at his profession. I like to believe the former.
We spotted two Boston Whalers for sale, an Outrage and a Dauntless, and the Kerry and I immediately began dreaming up new plans to sell our boat and get something that would be much less of a hassle. We took the Dauntless out for a spin. It was a really nice boat that would be a great fit for what we need up here. We decided to head back in the morning to take another look.
We ate dinner with a few of the cousins at Beauvais Point. I played laser tag with the boys and we all went for an evening swim.
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