A peaceful sight |
If you’ve read my first book then you know a little about my
love/hate relationship with my boat. I
love the feeling of being behind it on a waterski. I hate everything that can go wrong while
operating a boat. I believe it is true
that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Let me elaborate …
Having recently replaced the hydraulic motor that lifts the propeller
to the tune of about $700, we finally put our boat in the water on July 3. Work schedules and other demands of life kept
us from enjoying our boat earlier in the year.
Needless to say, we were a little out of practice. The hubby and I headed to the hills and Lost
Lake, hoping to set up camp in time for our boys to arrive after they were done
with work. That wasn’t a problem as
their work lasted several hours longer than anticipated. Unfortunately, our much desired camp site was
already overrun with other campers, so we left the boat and trailer near the
boat ramp and went in search of another site that would be close to the water
and hopefully uncongested. We found a
suitable site on the opposite side of the lake, dropped off some coolers to
save our spot, and returned to launch the boat.
After much discussion as to who would drive the boat and who
would drive the pickup it was determined that I would take the boat across the
lake while hubby unhooked the trailer and drove around. I would wait for him to help me beach the
boat. He backed the boat into the water, it started nicely, he backed it in a little
more, hit the brakes and the boat did not go anywhere. I gave it more gas and it did not go
anywhere. He jumped out of the truck and
unhooked the strap and chain that was holding the boat on the trailer at which
time I thought perhaps I should have him retrieve my phone from the truck. A silly
thought. He knew where I would be and I
knew where he would be. After a successful launch I moseyed on across the
lake.
Upon reaching the opposite shore I began searching for our
coolers that marked our camp site. I could not find them. Certain that I knew
the general area I began to panic, afraid that someone had taken all of our
food! I decided to move along the shore
until I either spied the coolers or saw my husband and his pickup. Alas, I was too close to the rocky shore and
about the time I spied my hubby, I contacted a rock with my propeller and
killed the motor at the same time. That hydraulic motor we just replaced? I forgot to use it.
Meanwhile, back at the ramp …
About the moment I was successfully launched into the lake
and the hubby pulled the trailer out of the water, he realized there was no
plug in the boat. (This has happened before.
See Gold Pans and Iron Skillets “No More Boat”) Glancing down he spied
my phone safely inside the pickup and knew there was no contacting me. He unhooked the trailer in record speed and
with what he described as a very helpless feeling sped around the lake in hopes
of rescuing me and the boat arriving at the exact moment I contacted the very
large rock.
As he was yelling at me to get into shore, I was certain I
was in trouble for damaging the prop. I began explaining that the motor died
and blah, blah, blah, when I heard him yell, “THERE IS NO PLUG IN THE BOAT! GET
TO SHORE!” I glanced at my feet that
were wading in rising water and hurried
to start the boat! At his moment he
began wading out to the boat and I began searching the glove box for the
plug. Hallelujah! I found the plug.
As I was taking a calming breath my hubby yelled, “I dropped
the plug!” Remember that hydraulic motor I forgot to use? The prop was in the
way of the drain and, alas, the plug was gone. I searched frantically for some
kind of makeshift plug. A roll of paper
towels and a screw was the best I could do.
As he was attempting to plug the hole, I began searching for another
plug. You see, we buy them often. I was
hoping that the boys had not left home and I could call them to purchase
another plug on their way. Guess what? I found another plug!
The prop looks terrible, but it did the trick and pulled
everybody out of the water and around the lake as desired. I didn’t really get into trouble about the
prop, because after all, I could have sunk the boat. I got another boating story out of the
deal. Best of all, we don’t yell as much
as we used to. I guess after all these
years we are getting conditioned to boating catastrophes.
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