Boat ride

boat ride - 1

06.08.16

It’s been as hot as they predicted, with several more days to come before the T-storms and low-pressure system come riding in off the Pacific Ocean.  We took the new old boat out on the water for the first time this year.  After the motor fell off late last summer, resting twenty feet deep on the bottom of the lakebed, Don has spent weeks, making repairs and adjustments.  Oh the stories now being told about that dramatic mishap!  Rich and the grandkids floated on their bellies on rafts, looking through their swim masks, deep into the water, in search of the brand new motor.   The next-door neighbor saw it go and came over to tell us he had a clear sighting of where it landed.  Finally, the hired deep-sea diver pulled it up, and Don (smoke pouring from his ears) rowed both him and the motor into shore.  Miraculously, Rich worked with Don late into the night, and showed him how to save it for winter storage.   Good to have a mechanic in the family.

So, there we were on Sunday, out on the velvety water, motor purring away smoothly.  Confidence high, we explored the north shore and then went down to Wood’s Bay, and motored along the shoreline back home.  The cool air off the water makes you close your eyes and smile–when the water is smooth.  Other times, there’s a certain amount of abdominal strength required to hold yourself steady on the portable cushion, as the thirty year old aluminum fishing boat bounces over swells and waves, and makes this popping noise.  Nevertheless, after repeated glances to make sure the motor had not slipped off the new transom, it was an altogether divine way to pass a hot summery evening.  For a time, a Bald Eagle flew parallel to us, at our exact speed, before it hid itself inside a Ponderosa Pine.  Four little children, floating on pastel colored inner tubes, had made themselves into a train and skirted the coastline, while parents sat in red Adirondack chairs on the green green grass.

It took us twelve years to build a dock.  We are not boat people (see story above) and have always believed the adage, “You don’t want to own a boat; your want to borrow a boat.”  But, after all these years of living on a lake, right out our front door, here we are with a boat tied to our dock.   It’s an arguably sea-worthy vessel, and Old Salts we most certainly are not,  but it sure was a swell summer night.

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