Every spring, the houseboat village of Woods Hole moves from Eel Pond winter quarters to the outer harbor, to an area near Penzance Point.
I was walking to the ferry when I noticed that it was moving day.
You don’t see houseboats moving very often.
There was a choice: miss the ferry and get a photo of a house going through a drawbridge, or make the boat and get a sequence of the rest of the move.
Did I mention that my wife was waiting for me?
The ferry won.
From the deck there was a fine view of the shift to summer quarters.
There are still more houseboats in Eel Pond, but most have now made their annual move. The mansions of Penzance Point loom above them. Those great “piles” of the wealthy are much fancier, and are orders of magnitude larger, than these baby barges.
I know which I prefer.
I’d rather fall asleep to the sound of lapping waves on one of these houseboats, on an old canvas cot, with an old army blanket for cover, than to doze off under satin in a mansion.