While waiting for my friend in Saint Michaels, I looked over at a boatyard and was surprised to see this boat:
When I first went to Maine after high school to work in Paul Luke's boatyard for the summer of 1969, someone told me that I should go up the road and look in on a fellow building a boat. I stood with my hand on the top of the keel (that's all there was at that point) and talked to the builder, noted marine artist, Earle Barlow.
I watched the boat being built over the next few years and attended her launching. He sailed her across the Atlantic with his family and lived aboard while painting.
After returning to Maine and selling Altair they later owned this boat of my design:
Seeing this boat while waiting for a friend I had lost track of for nearly 30 years was the way everything went on this incredible day.

When I first went to Maine after high school to work in Paul Luke's boatyard for the summer of 1969, someone told me that I should go up the road and look in on a fellow building a boat. I stood with my hand on the top of the keel (that's all there was at that point) and talked to the builder, noted marine artist, Earle Barlow.
I watched the boat being built over the next few years and attended her launching. He sailed her across the Atlantic with his family and lived aboard while painting.
After returning to Maine and selling Altair they later owned this boat of my design:

Seeing this boat while waiting for a friend I had lost track of for nearly 30 years was the way everything went on this incredible day.