Ahem. The picture you see above, is our boat getting towed. “What? Towed?” You may ask. Yes, indeed. Towed. “Why would you need to be towed?” You may ask. Well, let’s just put it this way…
Dad: “Hey let’s go on a boatride today. I fixed all the wiring and I put in the new gas tank and etc. etc. etc.”
Us: “Ummmm sure I guess. Are you sure everything is all good and ready?”
Dad: “Well yeah! I fixed it all.”
So we hop in the truck and off we drive to the bay. We load the boat into the water, tie it to the dock with my mom’s awesome horse reign tying skills, and park the truck and trailer. We all get into the boat and go, “Oh great! Nothing bad happened so far!” Dad starts up the boat with this phrase: “Hmmm maybe we can ride to one of those islands today.”
So off we go. Finally, we get into like, 15 foot water. The engine dies. “Uhhhh,” we all say in unison, “What’s wrong?” Dad keeps turning the key in the ignition and finally it starts back up. We go out a little further. It dies again. “Uh-oh. That’s not good.” Are the words whispered from all four of us. All of the sudden, the sky turned black and we realized we wouldn’t make it out alive a big wave comes and rocks our boat. We thought, even for just five minutes, we just might drown. We all put our lifejackets on, for at least the next half hour.
Nope. It wouldn’t start again. If it did, we couldn’t get it to move. Or stay idle. Oh dear.
So out we sat, in the boat, in the Chesapeake bay, for 3.5 hours. Yes, 3.5 hours. Don’t worry, we had chips. And water bottles. And a dying radio. And cell phones. So it’s all good.
The first hour passed. We were drifting in closer to the beach. We were thinking about swimming in to the shore, but we figured we couldn’t leave the boat (not to mention the cute little jelly fishies we saw dotting the cold, brown water). We were trying to flag down other boaters, we were making in calls from the radio to the people that are supposed to help you when you’re in boating trouble, etc. etc.
Then, “Please move back.” From the shore. We looked over to see a park ranger with a megaphone.
“Move back, please. Move your boat back.” We tried and tried to start our engine but to no avail. “Move your boat back please!” Hmm. We were getting nowhere. Another hour passed, after being informed that we couldn’t get help from the radio people. Finally, the police and coastguards came out on a boat.
“You need to move your boat back, you’re getting too close to the beach.”
“Ummmm, we can’t, we’re having engine trouble.”
“Oh. Put on your lifejackets.”
“Um okay. But can you tow us?”
“No we can’t. It’s against the rules ’cause we’d be competing with the towing companies. Do you have a number you’d like us to call?”
“Ummm we have one. Thanks.”
“We’re supposed to stick around until the towing company comes.”
So we called the towing company, and they said they’d be here in about 45 minutes. Then came that towing boat. Finally, we were being rescued! We could see some children on the beach who were watching, and we saw them pumping their fists in the air in joy for us. Yay!
When we finally were all settled back in the truck, my dad was doing something in the boat while it was on the trailer. My mom saw that other people left their boats on their trailers in the parking lot.
Mom: “Hey, that’s not a bad idea. We could leave the boat here closer to the water.”
My sister Anna, excitedly: “Yeah!!!! And if we’re lucky, someone will come and steal it!!!!”
We all laughed wickedly. When my dad heard, he wasn’t so impressed.
So… When do you suppose we’ll go on another boat ride?