"I think I'll clean that cockpit seat" (Or how to delay leaving the marina)

As Tim said in his previous post, we sailed from the marina to the dam to the other end of the lake and back to the marina. A wonderful day of perfect sailing followed by a much more graceful dock at the pumpout and back to the slip. When we got back we puttered around fixing things and cleaning things. We put up our gently used but new to us charcoal grill that attaches to the stern rail and cooked ribs on it. We sat on the dock and ate the ribs and potato salad and watermelon and drank Mike's Hard Lemonade while we watched the sun go down. More puttering, then the inevitable packing up the cooler and trudging up to the car. 

We were a couple miles down the road when we realized we'd forgotten to unplug the shore power and had to go back. I believe it might have been intentional, delaying just 10 more minutes the return to our land-locked lives. While Tim went back to the boat to unplug the cord I took this picture of our marina. I'd hoped to somehow catch the essence of what it is we love about this place but as I look at the picture it just doesn't do it justice. You can't smell the lake smells mixed in with the campfire and grill smells from the campground on the cove. You can't hear the seagulls or the swallows or the clanging of the rigging on the masts. You can't feel the breeze off the lake or the last bit of warmth from the sun on your sunburned shoulder. Maybe some day you can come visit. I'm sure I can always drum up an excuse to go...