I really enjoy being out on the water [that isn’t the ocean]. Lake living – I’d like to try this one day. While camping with friends at Rough River, we decided to go boating Saturday morning/afternoon on the pontoon. So we loaded up our floaties and threw our self-consciousness out the window: we were ready to show the world our white bellies in all their glory.
And Roxy and Buster got to show their furry bellies as well. The doggins came boating with us.
And it was worth it, world. While other boaters had to keep the blinding white reflection of my ivory skin out of their eyes, I loved sunbathing for the day. Except for that one part of my back that I didn’t get enough lotion on. No me gusta sunburn.
The scenery was great; tall green trees everywhere, rock walls around every corner, big ass houses on the top of cliffs with their own docks… did I mention I wanted to do lake living?
We mozied on over to a little spot where the boats congregate – also known as Party Cove – because of a certain rock wall. See the slant on it? There are crazy people that swim up to it, manage to drag themselves out of the water then hike up the slant. To jump into the water. Not this chica. Nuh-uh.
But Alan did.
And so did the hubs. As did eMohn but we aren’t going to post that in fear that he will beat me with his tire iron.
And then Brian made me queasy. He jumped from the highest point into the water. You see that little pink dot with arms and legs at the top left-hand corner in the trees? That’s Brian. His Tarzan call made it worth while to keep my eyes open.
We saw a couple more guys do the same jump after Brian but I know that you could not get me to jump from there. Not even for money. Well… maybe we could talk business but there’d have to be at least three zeros involved.
We floated around for a bit then thought about heading further down so the guys could fish. But then tragedy struck. The motor wouldn’t start. And here begins the theme of the day: Tow (v.) – to pull or haul by a rope, chain or other device. Luckily, you’re surrounded by friendly people; they’re probably all happy just because they’re on a boat. I know I was.
But yes, friendly people make for finding a way back to the dock easy. So we these fellas hooked us up and towed us home. And we went fast!
They had a cool little boat. That went fast! All I wanted to do was jump on that tube and hold on for dear life. That’d be awesome. But to be honest, a pontoon is more up my alley. It floats. That’s about all I’d need.
We made it back safe and sound to the dock but our boating time was not yet over. With adult beverages in hand, we anchored and kept floating around on our rafts. But the doggins were jealous so the doggin ramp was set up. I got the biggest kick out of Buster going after his wumba.
And then dog paddling his way around Rachel just to get that wumba.
And then up the doggin ramp. This went on for a while. That’s why he was so tired when we got back to camp. Roxy would not get in the water for the wumba. She missed out on all of the fun.
Alan thought he’d fish. He thought he caught something but was mistaken and had to retrieve his line. So he went after it. In style. With an adult beverage in hand.
And then he made floating koozie holders for everyone in the water. This is what happens when you’re with engineers. They get an idea, think it’s a great idea, too great to wait on in fact and begin tearing stuff up in order to create this great idea. Or maybe this is just drunk engineers. Either way, I have to admit it was a pretty great idea.
The theme had a repeat as the doggins had been on the boat all day with us and had not had a chance to do their business. So Brian harnessed them up to take them to shore. And then he came back with them. They dog paddled with all their might and ended up towing Brian – Roxy just really wanted to get out of the water.
Such a fun, fun day – that’s right, two times the fun. The hubs and I should really go to the lake more often. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about our embarrassing white bellies.