Opportunities
Posted: Sun Dec 28, 2003 10:18 pm
A day of elation..... Figment finally got her winter cover, a full three weeks and two snowstorms earlier than last year's cover. Oh, and what a glorious day at a boatyard! Cloudless sky, 50something degrees, only the lightest puff of breeze.
Other members dropped by the yard throughout the day to check on their boats, and gave me the much-deserved ballbusting over taking so long to cover the boat (hey, life happens....). One member's choice comment was something to the effect of "Jeeeeeezus! NOW you're covering the boat?!!!? On a day like today we should all be UNcovering our boats and hitting the water!"
This guy was onto something. As I taped the last tie-down on the tarp and stood back to see that everything was fair, the dinghy leaning against the boatstands was suddenly a BIG sore thumb. I told the wife I'd be home by lunchtime, but dammit sometimes a man's gotta go with his gut. Dinghy on one shoulder, oars on the other, I marched to the ramp and was afloat two minutes later.
I rowed out to the last channelmarker and back. 90 minutes spent blissfully afloat, pondering nothing deeper than the stroke of the oar. In this 90 minutes I encountered one other boat, three humans, six deer, and countless fowl.
All of life should pass at the speed of a rowboat.
Other members dropped by the yard throughout the day to check on their boats, and gave me the much-deserved ballbusting over taking so long to cover the boat (hey, life happens....). One member's choice comment was something to the effect of "Jeeeeeezus! NOW you're covering the boat?!!!? On a day like today we should all be UNcovering our boats and hitting the water!"
This guy was onto something. As I taped the last tie-down on the tarp and stood back to see that everything was fair, the dinghy leaning against the boatstands was suddenly a BIG sore thumb. I told the wife I'd be home by lunchtime, but dammit sometimes a man's gotta go with his gut. Dinghy on one shoulder, oars on the other, I marched to the ramp and was afloat two minutes later.
I rowed out to the last channelmarker and back. 90 minutes spent blissfully afloat, pondering nothing deeper than the stroke of the oar. In this 90 minutes I encountered one other boat, three humans, six deer, and countless fowl.
All of life should pass at the speed of a rowboat.