Boat Mountain

On one of those long stretches of nothing between Statenville and Fargo is a field, and in that field is a large pile of dirt and debris, and sitting on top of that large pile of dirt and debris, like a star on top of a Christmas tree, is a boat. I laugh every time we pass it, coming and going from Fernandina, and wonder how  it got there and why.

Melissa's photo

my photo

"Seymour, darlin', I been thinkin'. That big ol' fishin' boat of yourn'd look mighty fine, gracin' the top of that trash heap down the way."  Well, that's as good a scenario as any.

I got tickled last week, when I logged in to Facebook and saw that Melissa Boatenreiter had taken a picture of it, and posted it with the caption, "I've always wondered how in the world that boat got on top of that pile...and YOU KNOW if you've ever ridden the back roads, you have wondered the same!!!! "