Sometime around noon yesterday after about 10 hrs of driving it hit me. I am only about 2 hrs from Hessel if I keep going. Got on the horn to Mr Hessel Alex Watson and by 230 I was on a 25 ft Sportsman zipping around the boat houses of Hessel.
Now I had never been before. This is Woody Boater heaven. Its a paradise for Woodyness. To be honest, phots do not do it justice, its not the sort of place one takes photos of, its more of an “experience” one does not visit Hessel, one experiences it. To take a tour is like stepping into a place that has been on a continuum for over a hundred years. The same boats, the same boat houses. Its all there. Not like time stopped, it’s just a place, a sense of place where time is not real. It just keeps going. Maybe its because the seasons are so short, but pound for pound with light at 10:30 at night you get more vacation for your buck? Regardless, Alex has his paradise and it was a joy to be able to step into that world for a brief time.