Down on the sole, cowering in fear for his own quite mortal soul ... but I am getting ahead of myself
After a month of snotty cold weather, I had finally had enough and headed for the lake. Yeah it was only 40F and the wind was blowing the windchill down considerably lower but it's been a long time since I was afloat so off I went.
I stopped at the lake gas station to fill up the spare tank. As I am trying not to spill any gas (someday that wish will come true), a guy comes running up to me all out of breath and says "Have you read River Horse????"
"Actually, yes I have." I reply.
"That boat is in it!" he exclaims pointing at my C Dory 16.
River Horse is a story of a trip through the central rivers of the U.S. on board, I believe, a C Dory 25. I didn't want to completely disillusion the guy so I just said "Yes, it was a C Dory."
"This is SO COOL! I am reading the book right now but I have never seen a C Dory. Look at that! You could sleep in there! Have you had it out to the ocean? Through the canals? Along the rivers?"
"Well, mostly I come here to ... I mean, yes, I have traveled quite extensively in it." (Hey, I crossed the border to Virginia once - who's to say what "extensive" means?)
"I know you are off on some big adventure so I will let you go but this is SO COOL!"
Yeah, towing a C Dory definitely has a cool factor In fact, I have never taken it out without someone coming up to admire it.
As I pulled into the launch ramp lot, I noticed one other truck with trailer. What nut goes out in weather like this?
I had an uneventful launch and motored off to explore the upper reaches of Jordan Lake. The wind was blowing pretty good but the pilothouse kept me snug as a bug. After about 20 minutes scaring more waterfowl than I have ever seen on Jordan, I found that the upper reaches are quite boring so I headed back down lake to anchor in a favorite cove.
With all of the leaves down, the cove was even prettier than usual. The forest around Jordan is mixed hardwood and pines so when the undergrowth dies back you can see into the pines and that gives a whole different view of the area.
I saw a young kid joyfully leaping around the shoreline. He reminded me a lot of a grown up Spike. Spike just loves to leap around all day and I could definitely see him out there ...
CRAAAAACK!
Whoa.
That sounded close.
BANG! BANG!
What the heck?
I looked into the forest again. The kid was gone but now I noticed a campfire site along with a few benches. That's strange - this is a wild area. I didn't know there were any paths through this section and yet ... hanging from a tree was a big American flag. Off tot he side was some strange symbol. A big white circle with a large black dot in the middle - almost like a target but supersized. And another flag...
RATATATATATATATATATATATAT!
I hit the throttle and made a serious wake getting out of there
I don't know what was going on back there but the gunfire was voluminous, loud and NEAR! North Carolina does not allow rifle hunting on Sundays and I don't think (but don't know) target practice is allowed on the game lands. Whatever was going on, it was clearly dangerous and there were just enough signs to make me wonder if I might have stumbled onto a camp of good ole boys with whom I might not share political, social and hygiene norms.
I headed back up the lake to another secluded cove and had lunch and a good read ("Ice Bird" by David Lewis) before gunfire once again erupted nearby. I checked my five layers of clothing and found that none of them were kevlar so I decided to call it a day and headed back to the ramp.
As I tied up, a guy came ambling down the dock saying "What a COOL BOAT!" We talked for a bit before his wife joined us. She told me that he loves to look at boats but this was the first time he actually ever went out of his way to check one out so closely. He told me has a center console boat but it would just be too frigid to take it out now. They were at the lake taking a break from studying for some professional exams. He kept admiring the boat and talking about all the things he could do in such a versatile little craft.
As they got ready to leave, I walked over and told them they might want to check out "River Horse" after the exams were done
After a month of snotty cold weather, I had finally had enough and headed for the lake. Yeah it was only 40F and the wind was blowing the windchill down considerably lower but it's been a long time since I was afloat so off I went.
I stopped at the lake gas station to fill up the spare tank. As I am trying not to spill any gas (someday that wish will come true), a guy comes running up to me all out of breath and says "Have you read River Horse????"
"Actually, yes I have." I reply.
"That boat is in it!" he exclaims pointing at my C Dory 16.
River Horse is a story of a trip through the central rivers of the U.S. on board, I believe, a C Dory 25. I didn't want to completely disillusion the guy so I just said "Yes, it was a C Dory."
"This is SO COOL! I am reading the book right now but I have never seen a C Dory. Look at that! You could sleep in there! Have you had it out to the ocean? Through the canals? Along the rivers?"
"Well, mostly I come here to ... I mean, yes, I have traveled quite extensively in it." (Hey, I crossed the border to Virginia once - who's to say what "extensive" means?)
"I know you are off on some big adventure so I will let you go but this is SO COOL!"
Yeah, towing a C Dory definitely has a cool factor In fact, I have never taken it out without someone coming up to admire it.
As I pulled into the launch ramp lot, I noticed one other truck with trailer. What nut goes out in weather like this?
I had an uneventful launch and motored off to explore the upper reaches of Jordan Lake. The wind was blowing pretty good but the pilothouse kept me snug as a bug. After about 20 minutes scaring more waterfowl than I have ever seen on Jordan, I found that the upper reaches are quite boring so I headed back down lake to anchor in a favorite cove.
With all of the leaves down, the cove was even prettier than usual. The forest around Jordan is mixed hardwood and pines so when the undergrowth dies back you can see into the pines and that gives a whole different view of the area.
I saw a young kid joyfully leaping around the shoreline. He reminded me a lot of a grown up Spike. Spike just loves to leap around all day and I could definitely see him out there ...
CRAAAAACK!
Whoa.
That sounded close.
BANG! BANG!
What the heck?
I looked into the forest again. The kid was gone but now I noticed a campfire site along with a few benches. That's strange - this is a wild area. I didn't know there were any paths through this section and yet ... hanging from a tree was a big American flag. Off tot he side was some strange symbol. A big white circle with a large black dot in the middle - almost like a target but supersized. And another flag...
RATATATATATATATATATATATAT!
I hit the throttle and made a serious wake getting out of there
I don't know what was going on back there but the gunfire was voluminous, loud and NEAR! North Carolina does not allow rifle hunting on Sundays and I don't think (but don't know) target practice is allowed on the game lands. Whatever was going on, it was clearly dangerous and there were just enough signs to make me wonder if I might have stumbled onto a camp of good ole boys with whom I might not share political, social and hygiene norms.
I headed back up the lake to another secluded cove and had lunch and a good read ("Ice Bird" by David Lewis) before gunfire once again erupted nearby. I checked my five layers of clothing and found that none of them were kevlar so I decided to call it a day and headed back to the ramp.
As I tied up, a guy came ambling down the dock saying "What a COOL BOAT!" We talked for a bit before his wife joined us. She told me that he loves to look at boats but this was the first time he actually ever went out of his way to check one out so closely. He told me has a center console boat but it would just be too frigid to take it out now. They were at the lake taking a break from studying for some professional exams. He kept admiring the boat and talking about all the things he could do in such a versatile little craft.
As they got ready to leave, I walked over and told them they might want to check out "River Horse" after the exams were done