Over the past week, Wayne Bomb and I have been clearing out some areas and found a bunch of Rudders, LOTS of rudders, props, shafts, and a ton..literally, of odd heavy parts. Of course many see this stuff as junk. I see it as elements of art. Colors, textures and each part has a history, soul and well. Those parts did there parts in keeping boaters safe and get to where they needed to go. Don’t they deserve a final port to rest?
Do you chuck it. Sell it as weight, or keep storing it? mmmmmmm And then it hit Wayne Bomb. Make a grave yard. BOAT HILL. And Bam, a new story was born, and a dead space at the Railway can be used for the dead, and now has a purpose other than some of Mr B’s Post Stinky rides.
For those confused by several statements in todays story. Wayne Bomb is Waynes new name because he seems to always been photo bombing. And Mr B after every ride on Stinky.. well, seems to be motivated to “express” himself.
BTW, Only 2 weeks til ALGONAC! For many guessing if we are going. Keep guessing. All part of the fun.