In cleaning out files on Dad's computer- I discovered a note- where he reflected on the ups and downs of owning a boat. Like many things- the flow of this story is disjointed-the timeline seems off-
Yet the reflection adds some details that I never knew about. For example- I never knew dad got stuck on the Mississippi River...or how the story ends with "the happiest day of my wife's life was when the boat was hauled away".
Apparently- mom had an amazing poker face in that regard...because I don't seem to recall my mom ever verbally expressing frustration related to the boat.
For my memories- and probably those of my sister's- are that the boat provided us with a chance to get out and play on the lakes in our community near Waukesha, WI. We learned to water ski, we had fun with friends. Sure, a few hours of fun took all day to accomplish...but isn't that the reality of a lot of life's hobbies?
Anyway, back to dad's note...It reads...
Our two daughters learned to water skin on Lake Pewaukee along with many of the neighbor friends. After several years of trailer tires, tanks of gas, and fun on the waters on local lakes, a friend and I were on the Mississippi River, up stream from the dam at Trempealeau
We had put in at Perrot State park, the engine quit and regardless of repeated attempts, could not get a restart. We manage to drift to an island by grabbing at willow branches and held on until rescued by another boater with a Mercury.
that's Martha, and her friend Annette- not sure who the other passenger is..sort of looks like Cousin Sarah
After some good joshing about brand loyalty, we loaded and trailered back to Waukesha. The boat sat by the garage for at least year and I discovered some dry rot. I thought I could replace the cancerous planking but never got around to it. A retired gent came by who had more interest in wood working than I and offered to buy the boat as a project. I disclosed that the engine needed work and he stated that was not a concern.
The boat had served its purpose in our family life and seeing it go down Cambridge Avenue was the happiest day of my wife's life.
Over the years he would dabble in a variety of ways to experience adventure from the water.
There would be an Alaskan cruise
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