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.
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.
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!?
Besides, we were invincible; or perhaps crazy; probably both. Suddenly it didn’t matter.
We were bubbling with optimism,
our comradery (and one fortuitously empty covered boat skip nearby) all we needed to weather the storm.
In fact, everything was just ducky.
In no time, the gulls ditched their digs
and resumed doing what seagulls do best (no, not pooping on unsuspecting boaters!).
We resumed floating our boat.
The sun even found time to make an appearance just as we concluded our tour of the lake.
Yes, into every life a little rain must fall. I say, bring it on! I prefer the wet versus the woe variety rainfall anyway!
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