She lays low and stable along the dock, with plumb bow stem, sweeping rail, and unwavering house lines; she is a stately lady. You might walk past her without a glance. There are lots of tugboats around Southeast Alaska. Most were built over fifty years ago.
She bears her scars
and her wrinkles,
but I can only hope to be in such good shape when I am 112 years old.
The plaque on the stack tells of this tug being built in Everette, Washington in 1901. They did a good job.
She was facing the boneyard recently, but someone took a look. He found that the "BEE" has a sound hull, and he couldn't let this piece of history be thrown away. She gets to be somebody's baby now.
I love the details. I don't know how much is original and how much has been changed over the last century, but let's take just a minute to appreciate a few nice little touches that are worth a moment's contemplation.