This weekend, we were up at the cottage, which was nice, until 2am on Sunday morning. That's when it started raining. It wasn't like there were holes in the roof, but I couldn't remember if we had put the tarp back over the piano (another story), but I was too unconscious to get up and do anything about it.
Luckily, we did put the tarp back over the piano, so I had nothing to worry about, but it was still pouring. We went to church, came home and decided that it was the perfect day to sit and watch a movie with a cup of tea. Not to be. At least not yet. At lunch, our father announced that the rafts had to come in out of the deep water into shallower water and the boats had to be put away. May I remind you that it was still raining.
We got down to the docks, and that's when we realized that the keys for the boat shed had been misplaced, so we didn't have the motor for the boat (we take it off whenever we finish using the boat), but we did have the metal skiff. But no oars. But we did have canoe paddles! (In case you haven't noticed, this is a continual "Fortunately, Unfortunately" story).
We have 2 rafts, for those of you who haven't been ot our cottage, which is nice, but it means double the work in the rain. The work included our dad standing on the raft holding the rope which was attatched to the handle on the back of the skiff, and us paddling for dear life towards shore. It has been my experience that a wooden raft (wood is heavier than plastic) being dragged through the water is like a pregnant sea-cow swimming in mud. Only a human is slower.
It felt like forever, we only had to paddle 50 feet, but a 4 child horse-power skiff pulling a wooden raft with canoe paddles with a 160lb man on it in the rain feels like forever. Believe me, I'm not giving you a sob story. By my honour, this is what actually happened.
The only job worse than this was taking out the camp docks in the rain, you actually have to get in the water for that.
-Sarah
With a heightened immune system
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