She was sitting just West of Bingen, WA. Highway 14 runs the tight passage 
between basalt bluff above and the Columbia river surging past below. The boat had been grabbed from bankruptcy proceedings across the river in Hood River, Oregon. And here it sits up on a precarious perch of stacked pallets, waiting, while the prices listed in the paper and ebay kept going down and down. 15,000 then 12,000 okay...10,000 and finally 5,000.
between basalt bluff above and the Columbia river surging past below. The boat had been grabbed from bankruptcy proceedings across the river in Hood River, Oregon. And here it sits up on a precarious perch of stacked pallets, waiting, while the prices listed in the paper and ebay kept going down and down. 15,000 then 12,000 okay...10,000 and finally 5,000. I had been working in Vancouver and came back thru this way--"Just to stop and see," I told myself. Not hard to find, she was sitting in the parking lot of a shut-down lumber mill.
I climbed up top, swung open a hatch and climbed down inside one of the front hull sections.
This is looking forward towards the bow on the portside front sections, which are 12 ft long, 6' wide and 7' high. I liked what I saw
It's the aft hull sections that cemented our relationship. The smell of gear lube and massive engines greeted me in the dim light. These engines have double Carter carbs on each and transmissions.And here's the view aft. Those propellors are 54" in diameter.
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