Hulks Ahoy..

Down river from work lie a number of shacks, houses, decrepit boats and other detritus. It's as I'd always hoped. Gary and I have been taking Edith out usually at least once a week if not several times, at lunch, or after work. We've begun seeing just how far we can go during out lunch hour and use the various wrecks, projects and dwellings as landmarks in our travels. There's one particularly beguiling hulk up on the bank about half way between here and Papas Tavernas/Gilardi's Marina. It's a large unfinished steel vessel that we've taking to calling "the Hulk" because it sits up on the bank, rusty and forlorn. It also happens to be just how far we can go during an hour lunch and still get back without getting frowned at by our boss. Typically because of the tidal nature of the River, the Hulk is 6-15 feet above the water up on a mud levee, but a couple of weeks ago during the series of rainstorms we were having, my friend and I were headed down river to see what we could see. This time, we were level with the Hulk, and that proved to enticing to resist, so we checked it out. Here's the photos.