I’m terrible at planning. Like, not as bad at some and good enough when I need to be but truthfully, it’s not my strong suit. Fortunately, I’m awesome at surrounding myself with people that are great at it which allows me to take these little weekend adventures from time to time (a lot this year) and have them go off pretty damn smoothly.
Met up with our man Sam, loaded up his Ford Transit and headed North to meet up with our other partners in houseboatin’.
Unfortunately we got there a little bit too late to be able to leave the dock that night so we just set up camp at the marina and got wild. A little too wild to properly enjoy the next day, but that’s another story, it was still a killer night at the marina.
This is Wes, he drifted over from the bachelor party a few houseboats over. Hi Wes.
Too cold to jump into the lake at 3am? Probably… but Sam & I nah care.
I really wish I’d put in an offer on this bike that was just sitting at the marina… Full Campy & Ofmega with an Ideale saddle. It would have taken a lot of elbow grease to nurse ‘er back to her former glory but I think it would have been worth it… Ahhhh well.
Our main man Joe hopped aboard as soon as we were ready in the morning, made a few cracks about people jumping in the water in the middle of the night, hijacking golf carts at the marina and generally raisin’ a ruckus until the sun came up, and then taught us how to captain the boat, yo. He made sure that Yvonne was a good girl, too. Good girl.
Once we got there, though, we figured that it might be best to just drop anchor and hang out there for the rest of the day.
We spotted a tiny little island near to where we’d dropped anchor that looked like an ideal spot to tie off for the night so we stayed close for the rest of the day.
Despite the temperature of the water, you can’t be on a houseboat in a beautiful lake and not jump off it. Well, I can’t, anyway…
Unfortunately, I’m wicked fast and the shutter couldn’t capture Sam or I gettin’ pitted, so pitted off the roof of the boat.
Some of the gals had to be back earlier so, with their car already in Buckhorn, we pulled ashore and dropped them off…
Here… take my bag…
Now… take me…
With the girls securely on shore and on their way back to the big smoke, we drifted back towards our island for some full time chillin’.
The boys went on a firewood mission and then while we got dinner ready, Sam went across to our little private island to get the fire started for after dinner. After the ridiculousness of the night before, I think we were all game for a mellow night around a campfire.
We got up nice and early the next day, some of the folks loaded up the dingy and went on a coffee run in town while Sam and I got breakfast / lunch (one of these days they’ll come up with a word for that) ready.
From the moment we blew up the dingy, my man Yousaf had wanted to use the slide to get into it… He did, it was awesome.
All in all, it was an amazing way to spend an early fall weekend and I can’t wait to do it again next year… Although, next year I wanna do it with a huge crew and in the middle of the summer… Huge thanks to Alana, Alison, Leah, Sam, Steph & Yousaf for an amazing time and the biggest thanks to Yvonne for making it all happen.