Myrta's eyebrows rise into her hairline. "Hmmph! A boat? No problems. A place to hide it? I'm assumin close to here? Maybe problems. I'd be guessin you want somethin plain, maybe even poor lookin? That's good, makes it easier, and cheaper. But someplace to hide it? Any dry ground, or wet ground for that matter near here has gardens on it, or is used for somethin, used often. If you had friends in the area, they might let you tie up at thier place. But I don't have friends who live around here. This is prime real estate. My friends live downriver from here if you take my meanin." She belches, and drains the last half of her drink. "Now if you have friends up here, I'd ask them."