So after more food (for some) and more beer (for others), we decided on a little three hour tour.A three hour tour.
Beautiful night out on the water. We drifted silently across the moon dappled lake.Until time to fire up the mighty 2,600 pound [remember that number] beast and head for home.
Now I guess "click, click, click" could be a good sound if you are playing Russian Roulette.
But not if you are trying to start a boat at two in the morning, far, far from home.
So.......two in the morning; call wife? No.
Call coast guard. Equally no.
Paddle? Guess so. Boat only had one paddle. Host was queried; are you sure there's not a second paddle? No, shut up and paddle.
Quiz; do you know how long it would take to paddle a 2,600 pound boat, across a lake, into a head wind? Neither did we.... Neither did we....
[Next morning, found the second paddle, cleverly hidden under where the first paddle was stored. Host summed it up well; ain't that a pip?]
Good adventure, though.
2 comments:
Shame 'bout that other paddle ... and for accuracy sake ... the boat weighs 3600 pounds, add the weight of 4 passengers and you have a heck of a heavy canoe.
I think he should change his picture to one of him paddlin' the 'heavy canoe'...or informing his friends to 'paddle or get out of the way!'
...we're still not sure of what the panicked urgency was. All seemed fine to me when we got back to shore and the beach fridge.
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