Last weekend being a holiday weekend, the first holiday of the summer season, and really hot, the lake was completely inundated with power boats. As Tim mentioned in his posts from that occasion, power boats blasted every which way, blaring their engines and stereo systems and indulging in insane amounts of stupid. So it was that this weekend we coined our three favorite words, those words which we will wait eagerly to hear each weekend from our esteemed power boating friends..."It's too choppy". Wooo hoooooo! A whole weekend of sailboats alone on the lake swishing through the waves and raising a bow or two in honor of the empty powerboat party beach. What a blast.
I haven't looked at the weather forecast for next weekend, but I'm sure it will be dead flat calm.
(or how to move onto a sailboat) With the advent of our 50th birthdays came the usual sorts of life evaluations that one goes through. At what have I succeeded? What contributions have I made? What do I have left that I want to do before I die? Living on the water was high on both our lists. For any who share the dream, and for our family members who might not understand, this is our story. We don't know where it will take us, but welcome along for the ride!
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