Let's see, we have lived on the Island now for 5 months. And considering how much Tim and I both love the water, when I think about it I'm shocked at how long it took for us to finally get out there. Over the weekend, we had our opportunity. It was a sales thing of course. We went to a Consumer Expo a month or so ago and admired a few boats. The representative from the company, a very nice guy by the way, offered us the chance to get out on the water for a "sea demo". No obligation no pressure, no stress. Despite our dubiousness over the validity of that particular claim, we signed up. Our desire to be on the water outweighed the fear of high pressure sales. So this past Saturday, we were front and center, ready to request permission to come aboard.
Our captain was actually a friend of the salesguy and didn't work for the company. He owns one of the boats himself though and was therefore knowledgeable. It was a small group. The captain, Tim and I, and a family of three, mom, dad and teen girl. We clambered on with various degrees of grace, he started her up and we headed out. There were a lot of sailboats in Roberts Bay that afternoon so we moved slowly through the water until we were clear, our captain keeping up a steady stream of talk. Once he opened it up, we slapped at that water and over the roar of the engines, I could tell he was still talking but I couldn't understand a word he said and therefore could just enjoy the ride. I lounged in the bow, legs up on the seat, feet pointed forward, perfectly relaxed. A little salt water to the face never hurt anybody and the joy of being on the water, even for a short time outweighed everything else.
Sadly all things must end and we headed back. On the way, he offered to take us back out but on a different boat. Heck yeah! We hauled our butts off one craft and on to another. Back out! Let's go. Once again slowly maneuvering through the sailboats and then flying over the water, smoother ride this time, but still with salt water splashes and hair twisting like an octopus in the wind. It was awesome. A dolphin danced along side for a short time and that was probably the best chaperone ever. Just being away from the crowds on the jetty and on the beach, seeing only water, sky and horizon for a little bit was worth it all.
When it was all over, we looked at each other grinning like loons. Yup, somewhere down the line there is a boat in our future.
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.