Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Ahoy


I like boats. Not so much the fast scary speedboats like at Lake Lewisville, but the nice quiet slow manually propelled kinds of boats. My favorites are canoes and kayaks. During our trip to New York, I went sailing for the first time. Pictured over there is Kev with his sister in the sailboat at Elizaville. The sailboat there is very small, and it was a little scary at first because you have to do a lot of leaning this way and that to keep the thing from tipping over. You also have to keep ducking your head so you don't get clobbered by the "boom." Kev is a good sailor, and I felt very safe with him except for when he kept threatening me with tipping the sailboat on purpose if I didn't call him "Captain," and when he said he was just gonna jump in and go for a swim and leave me in the sailboat alone in the middle of the lake. Next time we are in Elizaville, I will be more prepared for the sailing experience and enjoy it a lot more. Plus, Kev is going to teach me to be the captain next time. Kev's family has a lakehouse in Elizaville that belonged to his Grandpa before he passed away. It is a nice place to go visit. Very quiet and relaxing. Whenever Kev's family goes to Elizaville, they say a funny thing. They say, "We are going up the lake," instead of saying "to the lake" or even "up to the lake" (which makes sense because Elizaville is north.) To me, going up the lake means you are already at one end of the lake and you plan to head toward the other end. New York people. And they reckon us Texans talk funny.

5 comments:

john clarke said...

The Charlatans UK's album from last year is called "Up At The Lake". So, that's what the English say when headed to Elizaville.

Julie said...

I have never been sailing- I have always wanted to go- One of these days...

K. said...

One of these days I'll take you "down back"; i.e. the 17 acres of badlands at the end of Holt Rd where I spent a significant portion of my younger life shooting rusted cars with a .22 rifle and setting off the occasional homemade explosive device. As a kid it looked a lot like the landscape from your typical spaghetti western. As an adult I'm sure it would seem far less impressive of a landscape. Kind of like "The Path" in New Albany.

-K.

whitneydonkey said...

Bob wants to get a small sailboat when we move to Harrison, Arkansas next year.

Gye Greene said...

Maybe you can compromise: You'll call him ''Captain'' if you can pronounce it like Scotty from Star Trek. And annoy him with phrases like, ''Ciptin, I dinnae think she c'n goe enny fester!''


--GG


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