A sad fate for a once-proud vessel.
Then, a couple of days ago when my family was all here and down on the beach, the children all meandered down to the boat and started playing in it.
What's more fun than a boat full of gravel?
I believe it was Cubby who suggested they should try to dig it out. The kids started burrowing industriously with hands and sticks while the adults watched and made no effort to help because, well, it was hot in that sun and what were the odds that the boat could actually be dug out and would float if it was?
But then my sister-in-law started to help Cubby dig out one of the oars he had almost freed, because she's nice like that, and before I knew it, there were actual shovels on the beach and my brother was showing them how it's done.
This is what a beach vacation looks like a Blackrock.
And about half an hour after that . . .
They actually loaded all four children into the thing and towed it in the water down to our beach, so I guess it even sort of floats. A great testament to the strength of the boat.
So here's to the boat builder who built a boat that could withstand four years of being partially submerged in rocks, and especially here's to the tenacious crew who raised her from her watery grave.
Family is fun.