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Early last fall I had to leave <i>Noeta</i> for work reasons. Tossed a tarp over her. Taped up her leaking windows and I left town while she bounced in her slip. Didn't see her again until December. She was dark, cold, and dirty. Cushions shoved into corners. Last Summer's fruit loops on the floor. No carpet. Tape on the windows... Spring rolls around and I start the ritual of throwing money, sweat, and tears into the boat. Tear out the windows & carpet. start hauling tools down and garbage home. There are moments when I question owning a boat. Then Last weekend happened. Windows done. Cushions back in. Garbage and extra tools off loaded. I sat back in the companion way, lit a little cigar, and thought, what a great looking little boat. Then I called the wife and asked her to bring the kids to the boat (and lit a candle to hide the cigar). Ain't it great to own one of these little boats? Wishing all of you a great Spring....
I sit here with the bottom mostly sanded, marine head partly installed, and the lake still frozen. six weeks from the water with lots to do. Yet I am encouraged by your story. I to will lite a cigar when all progects are done and Bella once again is achored out in the little cove known as Duck Bay.
Also in the northern latitudes, I visited our boat last week to replace a couple of nav lights. She's in a big warehouse alongside a 38-foot powerboat. So pretty, this girl, up on her trailer; it was cold in the building but I didn't want to leave. Splash date is April 29. I probably won't light a cigar, but there are steaks in the freezer, awaiting the Magma.
A few thoughts about Duck Bay. Imagine a warm July day in the company of good friends bonded by the love of sailing, floating in cool mountain lake water while sipping your favorite beverage and wearing a funky hat. At dusk, glassy water, the smell of barbeque smoke and pine forest, quiet expcept for prehaps someone playing a guitar, a doe and fawn on the beach 50 feet away, cool whisper of a breeze and a beautiful sky. In "Field of Dreams" Shoeless Joe asks "is this heaven?" I'd answer him no, it's Duck Bay. Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky...
a sunset at the marina
It won't be long now. My winter grumpyness is fading fast!
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Yes it is, and a great Spring, Summer, and Fall to you!
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Folsom Lake gives me all the same. Rafting up with sailing club friends in our favorite cove at the end of the day, passing around "Puu-Puus" (sharing appetizers preliminary to fixing dinner), and just sitting quietly and watching the stars come out as dusk turn into night...theres no better way to cap a good day of sailing.
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