“Call it unique, picturesque, cussed, distinctive, pixilated, fascinating – that’s Marblehead, a town in love with liberty and rugged individualism. Its people and history, its crooked lanes and irregular houses, its customs and humor defy conformity and dullness. The irreligious settlers, the adventurous fishermen, the zealous patriots of 1776, the daring privateers of 1812, the clipper ship captains and yesteryear’s fish peddlers imbued their town with a spirit as hardy as the rocky peninsula itself.” –Marblehead – The Spirit of ’76 Lives Here by Priscilla Sawyer Lord and Virginia Clegg Gamage
I made my way down the crooked tiny streets, made smaller by the recent blizzard, keeping my eyes peeled for anything hinting at Redd’s Pond Boatworks. I came to the end of the street at a 10-foot-tall snowbank and there it was under mounds of snow and surrounded by shrink-wrapped boats. A small, bright red barn with a wooden sign hanging under an American flag. The shop sits on a small pond, but is just a stone-throw from the ocean.
I parked my car on the side of the road and stepped out. As I got my bags ready and closed the door, I could hear boots scuffing down the road behind me. It was Doug Park, the owner of Redd’s Pond Boatworks walking down to the shop from his house just a few doors away.
Doug and I greeted each other and we made our way down to the shop. It was a frigid day and the temperature in the shop was not much better. Doug was dressed in Carhartt winter gear from head to toe and appeared quite comfortable. I was not as prepared and was freezing my ass off. Thankfully, nature called which required us to walk back to his warm house. Fearing a relapse of the 7-day flu I had just fought through a couple days prior, I suggested we conduct the interview in the warmth of his house. Doug obliged. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.