Adventure 457: The Story of George, Boats, 34

March 11, 2018

Real time finds George unreliably forgetful when it comes to his pills, but otherwise his life seems good. We check twice a day. Today, a good day, found George  remembering his morning pills, up for breakfast, dressed in his Sunday best, alert at lunch, and on time for the bus when it left for the Ham on Regal performance at Ferris High School. All in all, a pretty good day. So good we missed night check, which  will likely mean he'll miss his night pills. We'll see.

As for boats, I meet with the Commodore of the Yacht club tomorrow morning to begin coordinating the move of several boats around me in order that they cannot possibly be damaged if something goes wrong when they raise the Eagle later this week. I also think that the diver will be there to make his assessment dive. At any rate, the process will begin, and hopefully proceed in a satisfactory fashion. But enough of this dreary dripping wetness. Let's remember a magnificent sailing moment. My second boat was called the "Guppy D". It was back in the days I told my Bunny that we'd never have a sail boat that couldn't fit into the garage (Should have kept that promise). The Guppy was a thirteen foot sloop with a fixed keel. She was comfortable, dry, sea-worthy, and quite fun. She was versatile and sturdy as well. Judy and I took her to Upper Priest on one of our wildest and best adventures. Later, when we had our fleet of three sailboats, two quite unable to fit in our garage, the Guppy was being neglected. We ended up gifting her to Angela. I have fond memories. She was a good boat.

 George, circa 1950

George cans literally full of what the labels say.

Good times in the Guppy D!

Our view of Upper Priest Lake. Few places more idyllic.

We had this protected campsite all to ourselves.

My Bunny.

The Guppy.