Allen also coerced me into taking a bunch of lovely Port Orford Cedar home including one 20-foot plank. Somehow the cops ignored this for 1200 miles.
The Sore Thumb soaking in a last helping of Oregon fog.
And saying goodbye to the redwood trees.
And flying up into my boat loft to spend a while commiserating with my other peculiar boats.
Bizarre paint peelings in a side hatch.
Oh, and then there's the front footwell. Something about a quarter century in the Santa Fe sun. And rain. And snow. Ooog.