Obviously I like houseboats and shantyboats or I wouldn’t have started this blog. But let’s be honest. They are the red-headed step-children of the boating world. (No offense to red heads intended. I’ve had two red-headed girlfriends and wouldn’t say no to a third.)
Shantyboats aren’t pretty. They don’t have the sweeping beauty of this elegant rowing boat by Iain Oughtred
A shantyboat will never excite the imagination like these photos do…
I mean, you have to be pretty strange, like I am, to let your mind take flights of fancy when you look at George Buehler’s Rufus when compared to the photos above.
The problem with shantyboats is that they are basically boxes sitting in the water. Never the less, there’s something about them that attracts you to them. Perhaps it’s the appeal of basically doing nothing. Chilling out in some out of the way location. Tied up to a tree and letting time slide by. I’ve raced on big sailboats. I’ve sailed across the Atlantic Ocean and drifted down the Mississipp River. Now it’s time to sit on the porch and watch the sun set behind the mountains in Panama.