Written on May 10, 2013 at 8:30 am, by Scott
Going to the coast with Jim By Michael Robinson
As the remaining crews begin turning over their motors and winding in their lines a cedar plank launch with rakish white lines rounds Anderson Point. Behind it surfs a large zodiac rubber boat loaded down with nine people, all dressed in bright wet weather gear and strapped into vest-type life jackets. The cedar clinker built and the zodiac are riding up and over the approaching swells with graceful ease. The big boat is churning through the sea and leaving a flat bubbly wake for the zodiac to fly along.
In the cabin of the lead boat a big man is smoking his corncob pipe and squinting through his aviator glasses. A tall grey Texas Stetson rides on top of his head. He has one hand on the wheel and one on the throttle in preparation for the big swells up ahead. As the bow of his boat climbs each wave he throttles up to momentarily sink the stern a little deeper. The boat is performing like an extension of its operator. Read more