It took me most of a year to build my boat.
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“I could only afford to buy a little bit of the building materials at a time. I slept under a tarp while I worked on it. When I had the boat mostly built I sold my pick-up to pay for the rest of what I needed. All I had for transportation then was a small electric scooter that I had kept from when I was on the truck. It was small enough to carry on the truck, that’s why I bought it. I made ‘beer runs’ and go grocery shopping with it. I wasn’t hostage to truck-stops that way. It fit on the boat well enough too. I could recharge it from solar panels that I had installed on the roof of the boat. It was cheap transportation when I needed to go a few miles on land.”
“When the state took my land, and the collection agency took money that the state paid paid me for it, I felt a strange sense of liberation. I weighed anchor and drifted off down river. I didn’t know where I was going and I didn’t care.”
“Eventually after a few years. I wound up here.”
“Oh.” She said “I’m impressed. That was VERY good.”
“Sadly not.” I lamented. “due to one thing and another, none of them good, I lost my boat. I don’t even have the scooter. It’s that bad.”
“No.” She Said ”That’s good. I’m here now. I can take you away from all this.”
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