Saturday, August 28, 2010
Shoes must have white soles. If they didn't my Dad would not allow you on board. My own grandmother was forced to purchase a little pair of white Keds for her first trip.
When docking the boat, your body should and would be thrown between the boat and the dock if ever it looked like the boat was coming close to hitting anything other than a buoy.
When docking the boat, never be offended by the threats on your life made by the Captain and for the sake of your life stay out of the way even if this means jumping overboard to do so.
If you do fall off the boat, it will not be coming back for you.
Learn how to wrap the lines properly, otherwise life will become very painful.
You do not eat on the boat or drink liquids other than water unless you are a certified adult.
DO NOT GET SEA SICK, you will not be invited back.
A few years later, my Dad purchased a Marinette, that came with the name Hot Fudge. (In the process of looking for, learning about and buying these boats, I spent all of my time in a boat yard, at a boat show, or in the car traveling to and from various boating venues. This is where I learned to be an avid reader. You cannot even imagine how boring this can be for a child.
After about a year, we changed Hot Fudge's name to Sassafras. Then the traveling began. We explored almost every port in Lake Erie and Lake Michigan and sometimes Lake Superior. There are great memories:
My brother falling overboard and noone noticing
My parents leaving us in rough water to take the dingy ashore to buy food.
My Mom attempting to make a real dinner after two weeks of camping like food.
Being stuck "down below" in rainstorms.
Watching Princess Diana getting married on a tiny black and white TV because we were somewhere in Canada.
Sleeping on a bench in a terrible storm because the water was so rough there was no way you could sleep and myDad and brothers holding the boat off the dock with their legs all night.
Being woken up at 6am every single morning to the sound of my Dad scrubbing the deck.
My brother and I laying in the V-bunk with the hatch open staring up the sky pretending we were flying a plane.
My Mom and I tanning on the deck, playing backgammon, reading books, getting thrown all over the place while making sandwhiches or trying to go to the bathroom.
My brothers and I in the cabin jumping up as we hit a wave and flying into the air.
The sound of the water hitting the boat as you were trying to fall asleep and the clanging of the ropes on the masts surrounding you.
After Sassafras my Dad purchased a series of boats of different sizes and types. He settled on the same name of Warpath (his initials are WAR and he WAS always on a warpath) My brothers stopped coming with us on every trip and most weekends and eventually so did I, but my parents kept on boating.
It was a unique way to grow up, unlike any other girl I knew, but it was an experience I wouldn't trade in.
Sometimes I forget all about this time in my life because I am so far removed from it now. I don't know if I will ever own a boat myself, but sometimes I get a little sea sick.....
How are you?