OK, boat's all cleaned up and winterized for the 3rd time this winter. I got a couple good nights sleep and the skin is peeling off my face still.
As for more pics, waiting on my daughter to email them to me. Mine are all at docks or anchor. borrrrring.... Steet let us shoot some from the roof of his boat house Monday morning and they looked pretty good. Even got a short video doing a "fly by" of sorts. Not too fast and shut off early so as not to pi$$ off Steet's neighbors too badly. Midnight the dog was watching us too
Saturday was kind of a bad day... clean boat and truck got hosed by a thunderstorm 4 mi. from the lake. Had to clean up and wipe down the boat before splashing her. Steet met us at the hotel in his cruiser by saying "It's about time!" which I replied "Who are you?" He invited us to his place for a drink. Thanks!
Met Nauti Streak and Vagrant there as well. My 21yr old daughter and her boyfriend were wanting to get to the Rusty Rudder for the band. Steve gave us a chart(life saver), directions, and a warning about trying to find the place at night when never being on the lake before. GOOD ADVICE!
My 19yr old calls and calls us wussies if we don't go... Charmed calls from the hotel asking if we were coming over for a drink, which I foolishly pass on to go with my kids choice. Sorry Charmed1.
After an hour or two of searching coves for the bar in the dark we find it! I back into an open dock, tie up the boat nicely, step back to admire my work and fall into the 56* water I peel off my wet cloths and realize all my clothes are in the hotel room... My wife gives me her jacket, which fortunatly for all is long enuff to cover my wet azz.
None of us has ate all day and not wanting to spoil the evening, I offer to crawl in the cuddy while they go into the bar for supper. That's when we realize we are on the privat docks which are gated and locked
Frustrated and discouraged we head back to the hotel 10-12 miles away. It's cold, dark and I'm wet and almost naked. What could be worse?
FOG! Not a little fog, the kind where you can't see the bow of your boat!
All we could do was putt around looking at the compas till we could find a channel marker. Get the number and plot a course to the next marker, while dodging sholes and rocks. We missed some jagged rocks near a marker bu only a couple feet once ran aground once trying to read a marker with a spotlight which we finally discovered read SHOLE!
Made it back to the hotel about 6-7hrs after Steet telling me it wasn't a good idea... as I'm tieing up the boat, tired, hungry and about half drunk, a fisherman comes over to compliment our boat and start up a friendly conversation.
I think I re-inforced the "performance boaters are snobs" reputation. Keep in mind I'm naked except for a coat.... sorry fisherman, but I was in no mood for a chat.