Hi Brats,
I just got back from Lake Erie where I spent two days on Valkyrie with my little buddy Boomer (year old male Airedale) for company.
I hadn't been on the boat in over two weeks due to vacation so I got out the chain saw to clear away the spider webs and spent the afternoon using a bottle of Meguiar's Color Restorer to take the oxidation off the top and the green trim on the brow over the front window. It works very well.
Anyhow, after spending one night in the marina, I headed out onto the lake and ran 15 miles to South Bass Island in great conditions - 70 degrees, sun and one foot chop.
I tied up at the resort town of Put-in-Bay at the small state park docks (20) and had the whole place to myself for the night.
Put-in-Bay has a heritage of party craziness, although it most well known for being the base of operations for the US fleet during the War of 1812, with the Battle of Lake Erie being fought nearby. Perry's Monument towers over the harbor and is the third tallest US monument, right after the Washington Monument and St. Louis Arch. Its shaft is lit every night and is pretty spectacular.
Anyhow, after walking the mile into town with Boomer, we returned to the boat as it was getting dark and I sat in the cockpit and just enjoyed the 40 degree temps, crystal clear night and the lights reflecting on the water across the half-mile cresent of harbor, with Boomer asleep at my feet. Yes, an occassional primal scream could be heard from the bars in town.
As I sat there with my adult beverage(s), I couldn't help but remember all of the times that I had docked in this same spot. First was in '83 when I had my Renken 18 pocket cruiser sailboat, then with my Jeanneau 23, Spirit, and now with Valkyrie.
Then I added in four boat dogs, three now gone; a number of friends; some significant and insignificant others and the times that I shared with all of them.
It seemed pretty strange, thinking back of all of the happenings of twenty-four years in the same spot. Of course then I was thinner, had much more hair (I'm now scalp-gifted!), and spryer.
I'm also retired, feel much wiser (although Marcia may disagree) and happier than ever before. I also wished that Marcia was retired, too, so she could be there with me.
Anyhow, today was pretty good. I got up at 6:00, walked Boomer and let him chase some geese, made ham, eggs and coffee on the Wallas and had breakfast in the cockpit watching the sun come up behind the monument.
The run back to my marina was fun. The wind was gusting to over 20 and waves were running 2-4 with an occassional 5-footer thrown in. I ran in the heavier stuff at about 10 and then 15 when I got in the lee of Catawba Peninsula.
I'm feeling very relaxed right now and grateful that we have our C-Dory. A friend of ours said that he couldn't justify the price of a boat - it wasn't cost effective he said. How can you put a price on sunsets, sunrises, fish caught, friends remembered, storms challenged and nights being rocked asleep to the sound of waves lapping at the hull?
Sorry if this rambles, but I'm still feeling contemplative and feel like writing. I'm sure that many of you can relate. If you younger brats can't - just wait, your time is coming!
Best regards,
Nick (and Boomer)
"Valkyrie
I just got back from Lake Erie where I spent two days on Valkyrie with my little buddy Boomer (year old male Airedale) for company.
I hadn't been on the boat in over two weeks due to vacation so I got out the chain saw to clear away the spider webs and spent the afternoon using a bottle of Meguiar's Color Restorer to take the oxidation off the top and the green trim on the brow over the front window. It works very well.
Anyhow, after spending one night in the marina, I headed out onto the lake and ran 15 miles to South Bass Island in great conditions - 70 degrees, sun and one foot chop.
I tied up at the resort town of Put-in-Bay at the small state park docks (20) and had the whole place to myself for the night.
Put-in-Bay has a heritage of party craziness, although it most well known for being the base of operations for the US fleet during the War of 1812, with the Battle of Lake Erie being fought nearby. Perry's Monument towers over the harbor and is the third tallest US monument, right after the Washington Monument and St. Louis Arch. Its shaft is lit every night and is pretty spectacular.
Anyhow, after walking the mile into town with Boomer, we returned to the boat as it was getting dark and I sat in the cockpit and just enjoyed the 40 degree temps, crystal clear night and the lights reflecting on the water across the half-mile cresent of harbor, with Boomer asleep at my feet. Yes, an occassional primal scream could be heard from the bars in town.
As I sat there with my adult beverage(s), I couldn't help but remember all of the times that I had docked in this same spot. First was in '83 when I had my Renken 18 pocket cruiser sailboat, then with my Jeanneau 23, Spirit, and now with Valkyrie.
Then I added in four boat dogs, three now gone; a number of friends; some significant and insignificant others and the times that I shared with all of them.
It seemed pretty strange, thinking back of all of the happenings of twenty-four years in the same spot. Of course then I was thinner, had much more hair (I'm now scalp-gifted!), and spryer.
I'm also retired, feel much wiser (although Marcia may disagree) and happier than ever before. I also wished that Marcia was retired, too, so she could be there with me.
Anyhow, today was pretty good. I got up at 6:00, walked Boomer and let him chase some geese, made ham, eggs and coffee on the Wallas and had breakfast in the cockpit watching the sun come up behind the monument.
The run back to my marina was fun. The wind was gusting to over 20 and waves were running 2-4 with an occassional 5-footer thrown in. I ran in the heavier stuff at about 10 and then 15 when I got in the lee of Catawba Peninsula.
I'm feeling very relaxed right now and grateful that we have our C-Dory. A friend of ours said that he couldn't justify the price of a boat - it wasn't cost effective he said. How can you put a price on sunsets, sunrises, fish caught, friends remembered, storms challenged and nights being rocked asleep to the sound of waves lapping at the hull?
Sorry if this rambles, but I'm still feeling contemplative and feel like writing. I'm sure that many of you can relate. If you younger brats can't - just wait, your time is coming!
Best regards,
Nick (and Boomer)
"Valkyrie