Last Saturday was Kutztown at Bloomsburg. Instead of going to that game, I went to the boat.
I have to do a post to explain boating.
But first I have to explain what boats meant to me before I was a boater.
Before I was a boater, boats were canoes. Canoes are just another way you can die while camping. Canoes are scary. Boats that are not canoes are scary, too. Ever see the Godfather? And fishing, which is what you do in boats when you are camping, is boring. And fresh-caught trout for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, is disgusting. I like eating fish now, but only fish I didn’t have to catch and gut. I’m all about farm to table and low-impact food and buying local produce, but if I ever buy half a steer, I’m not going to butcher it.
Being one of seven children, I rarely experienced a hotel or motel until I was on the high school debate team. We usually camped. The first camping trip I remember was our trip Out West when I was four. Mom packed me and my brother Jon (then two) into our Plymouth Voyager and caravanned cross-country with two other vehicles carrying my grandparents, Aunt Mary (mom’s baby sister, who at the time would have been nine at the time), one of my uncles, and some friends. Like a bunch of hippies we spent three weeks driving for miles to camp in the wilderness of Colorado, Utah, and Arizona, eating the fish we caught and only using flushing toilets when we stopped for gas or visited relatives. I remember having a blast, but I think my camping experiences went downhill once hot showers became a priority.
Throughout the years we camped at the beach and in the mountains, with family and with friends, mostly in Delaware and Pennsylvania but occasionally we trekked to the Outer Banks or Out West again. We even camped at my grandparents’ house! I learned how to braid my hair to hide the grease if we didn’t have showers. Once, I ate nothing but fish and peanut butter and honey sandwiches and raspberry breakfast bars for three weeks. Bug bites, sunburn, being almost eaten by a bear, twisted ankles and torturous climbs to see pretty waterfalls (as in, they all pretty much look the same, people!) have turned me into a disappointing non-enthusiast for camping.
Of course, I’m talking about TENT camping. While I longingly ached for more than a sleeping bag on the cold ground, people known as “Not Real Campers” had travel trailers, fifth wheels, and motorhomes parked in the camping space next to ours. It was like they were rubbing my nose in it! They have TV and power and soft cushions on which they can rest. I guess, since everyone I knew back then thought sleeping on rocks was awesome. It’s not like I got to go into those vehicles or anything.
My Father-In-Law has a boat. Now I’m a boater. When Chuck and I first met almost 10 years ago, I fell in love with boating. These boats have big engines in them and you can use them as transportation, like a car. They have flushing toilets, showers, and some even have bathtubs! The beds have mattresses and the windows have curtains, but unlike a hotel, your view is always waterfront. In the slip, you have cable and internet. Everything even has cute nautical names like “head” and “galley.” I’ve been on a boat with a dishwasher in the kitchen and chandeliers in the dining room!
When I first went on one of these boats, I immediately thought of those “Not Real Campers” in their RVs. They are quite similar. When you go camping, you can camp in a tent or you can camp in a recreational vehicle. When you go boating, you can boat in a canoe or you can boat in a powerboat. Obviously you know which one I would choose.
Okay, so blah blah blah, my husband went to a football game and then did even more football stuff, and I went to the boat. I just wanted to be sure you understood that I was NOT camping on the water. Here is the awesome stuff I did on the boat:
- Read more of A Dance with Dragons. I guess I am dragging it out because I know it will be an eternity until the next book is published.
- Did the puzzles in the newspaper. I like the Jumble and the Crypto-Quip. The answer is always a pun.
- Went to a catered dinner at the Nauti Goose. Again, I love puns. We met new friends and saw old friend and had some very good food.
- Took a sunset cruise and watched the sun go down while we slowly rode around on the bay.
- Back in the slip, my FIL “practiced his religion” (this means he watched college football -the apple does not fall far from the tree) while I shared drinks and cookies with more friends old and new.
- In the morning, we took another long boat ride.
- Went out for “lupper” on Sunday at a new place in town called The Port House Grill. I had the Southwest with a side of their fresh fries. I gobbled it up so fast it was embarrassing. Yum!