"And then depression set in in . . ."
There was a movie made in 1981 called 'Stripes,' staring Bill Murray. In the opening scene his girlfriend leaves him, despite his failing objections. The point being made was that the leaving was inevitable and completely out of his control. Kinda like the end of summer and all that means for us boating types.
That's when he uttered the line quoted above. For some reason, that line came to mind recently. Quel suprise? (And French isn't even my 2nd language).
So where am I going with this. you ask? Follow along and I'm sure you'll pick up on the sentiment. After all, I am a sentimental kinda guy (in case you haven't noticed). Sorry for all the pictures, but as the saying goes - 'a picture says a a thousand words'. Well, I have a lot I want to say - so pay attention. Please.
It's Friday night and the season is over. Kaput. Just a memory.
No more rushing to the boat.
No more BBQs;
No more sitting around the fire with good friends and passing the time engaged in deep, meaningful conversations - or plain old story telling;
No more dinghy rides;
No more spectacular sunsets;
No more fast boat rides;
No more slow boat rides;
No more on water sunsets;
No more tying to shore;
No more dinners under the gazebo;
No more dinners at Henry's;
No more dinners at Rawley Resort;
No more goofing around on the deck;
No more Lagoon City;
No more rafting;
No more anchoring out on Chicken Bay;
No more sunsets behind 'B' channel;
No more emergency pump outs.
No more Maple Leaf;
No more HOT fires;
No more Georgian Bay dinghy rides;
No more swim showers;
No more 'Mid-Bay' ice cream deliveries;
No more returning to port;
No more boating;
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