I thought it somewhat odd we were the only people on the water. Then again, what do I know when it comes to boating aside from my armchair philosophy, ‘whatever floats your boat.’ We’d devoted the better half of a day coaxing this moment. We were not to be denied, come hell or high water; or torrential rain.
Lake Delavan, Wisconsin, on a wet, summer day.
I know when our captain and good friend, Alan, hit the gas his speedboat took off across the lake with our cares and hair blowing in the wind.
Maybe we can outrun the raindrops!
Giddy and dizzy with delight, all thought was reduced to pure joy. We paid no mind to the storm clouds gathering in the distance. Life on the lake is always sunny, right!?
Looking rather omnious.
Besides, we were invincible; or perhaps crazy; probably both. Suddenly it didn’t matter.
Seemed to make sense at the time.
We were bubbling with optimism,
Tiny bubbles . . .
our comradery (and one fortuitously empty covered boat skip nearby) all we needed to weather the storm.
Pure and unadulterated joy courtesy of Diane, Alan, Jimmy, Sherry.
In fact, everything was just ducky.
Quack, quack!
In no time, the gulls ditched their digs
Whatever floats your boat!
and resumed doing what seagulls do best (no, not pooping on unsuspecting boaters!).
Incoming!
We resumed floating our boat.
Margarita time!
The sun even found time to make an appearance just as we concluded our tour of the lake.
Of course the sun comes out when we leave!
Yes, into every life a little rain must fall. I say, bring it on! I prefer the wet versus the woe variety rainfall anyway!
Always sunny with my guy!
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