Several years ago I bought my hubby a rubber inflatable boat for Christmas. He built his own floorboard complete with a "seat" for himself in the wide end (starboard? aft?) We bought a trolling motor and motor mount. He took it out one time by himself, but with his health/breathing problems it was too much for him to do alone again. For Father's Day, I told him I'd go with him and let him take me out on the lake. So, after church, we blew that sucker up, loaded everything in the back of the truck and took off. Um, this isn't as easy as it sounds. It took nearly two hours to do this and another hour to drive to the lake.
We unloaded that sucker on the grass bank rather than using the boat ramp. You should have seen us. We pushed it into the lake and held onto the rope to keep it from drifting out. Then he said..."Okay, get in the boat." Ummm hmmm. Yep. So to accomplish that I do what? Can you imagine stepping into any boat which is rocking in the water and keeping your balance? Okay now downsize to a rubber blow up boat with big round sides and try to step onto it...into a tiny spot left where the cooler, tackle box, and my bag of goodies didn't occupy. After I maneuvered like a beached whale into the boat, hubby had to wade into the water and get in. I got to hold the wet rope. We finally settled into compromised positions.
The trolling motor moved us right along. I was surprised at the speed it produced. The day was perfect. Beautiful sun, blue sky, and mid eighties. Perfect weather.
I hung my legs over the side, kind of laying sideways and read my latest Dean Koontz novel, Odd Hours. I love this character Dean created. I get quite a chuckle out of reading this series. I'm sure he wrote it with tongue in cheek. I'm always in awe of Koontz's command of language.
Anway, to my surprise, the boat ride was very relaxing! I'd do it again.
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