It’s A Rough Life

Waking with our usual morning routine, a light mist covers the water, a bird call breaks the silence, a fish breaks the water’s surface, we sit with our coffee mugs, soaking it all in.

Breakfast finished, we head across the bay to Harrison Bay State Park, to gas up ($1 cheaper per gallon there), and to get in a good walk.   It’s a scorcher of a morning, but, like most boaters, we know we need to stretch out the old muscles.  We head down a path marked “4.5 miles,” knowing full well we aren’t going to walk that far in this heat.

I figure this one is self-explanatory.

Well, you’d be proud, we did end up walking the full length, a few breaks for the girls (dogs) to take a swim and cool off.   As usual, we met people along the path and enjoy some good conversation.  Then, much sweatier than when we started, we climb back on Barefootin’, and cruise back to our dock at Island Cove.

Lunch, then a fun swim with the dogs (we did swim last night after we arrived also).  Then, it’s time to get cleaned up.  Our power squadron meeting and dinner is tonight, in the pavilion attached to the dock right beside Barefootin’.

Members start to arrive, some by boat, the visiting and laughter begins early.

Gail and Bob arrive with their granddaughter, Clair.

Norman arrives, he’s doing the cooking, jerk chicken, beans and rice, rum cake. Gail makes a huge salad with all kinds of goodies in it.  It’s a great night all around.

As we mingle on boats and the dock, some relax on John and Linda's "Southern Jewel."

Elizabeth and I meet for the first time. We have mutual friends, Sophal and Eileen at Hales Bar. Little did either of us know that soon we would become great friends.

Enjoying a wonderful meal and boat tales.

Laura, Sue (remember our great "send-off" at Hales Bar) and me...we're talking "Zumba," Sue and I commit to try it with Laura (our pro) at the Y in Chattanooga. Laura and Roger also have a boat at Hales Bar. We meet them for the first time here at the squadron meeting.

As the sun drops behind the hills, dark falls over the water, and the dock empties of its crowd.  All that remain are those who boated to the meeting.  We all enjoy a nightcap, talk about the meeting (oh, we and Laura and Roger all got sworn in tonight), the dinner, whatever.  A few more boat tales are shared, a little more laughter on John and Linda’s houseboat before we all head off to bed.  John has invited us all for blueberry Aretha Frankenstein pancakes in the morning.  Yes, I know, boating is a rough life.

Morning arrives, I cut up loads of fresh peaches, from our own little peach tree, we crab our coffee and walk nextdoor to the pavilion.  More laughter, boat tales with the added benefit of delicious pancakes, fresh peaches and juice.

The Breakfast Club (minus the cook John and us, to the left Bob, Gail, Claire, Linda, and Lloyd)

We help clean up breakfast dishes and prepare for another day heading up the river.  Our friends push us off and we smile.  We are blessed, truly blessed.

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