I have mentioned a few times before that I grew up in the middle of nowhere (too many times? Sorry, it’s important to the story…and most of my stories). It was a small community, and many of my neighbours were only around in the summer, as I lived on a lake and it was very popular for cottagers.
Growing up, my favourite times in my neighbourhood were long weekends. All the cottagers were up, so I always had my friends over and we always had new people to hang out with (read: boys).
On one August long weekend when I was 17, I had my friend Dawn over for the weekend and we were bored! In a rare occurrence, none of the regular cottagers were up, and we were just sitting around my house with nothing to do.
It was a beautiful evening, so we decided to go for a walk by the lake to see if we could see anyone out having fun.
(Just a note, my house had the best stars, and I miss them so much.)
As we were walking, we started to hear a commotion coming from across the lake. We could hear music, and people yelling. It sounded like a PARTY!
Jackpot. A party was exactly what we were looking for.
And here is how we envisioned the party:
We wanted to go to that party. We had to get to that party. It became our mission.
We started walking along the lake towards the direction of the party. Along the way, we found a boat launch. We went out onto the dock to get a better feel for exactly where the party action was going down.
We still couldn’t really see anything, but we were in kind of a bay, and the party sounded like it was coming from almost directly on the other side of it.
So how could we get there…
If we took the road, or even walked along the lake, it would take us at least an hour. If only we could somehow go directly across the bay. Obviously we couldn’t swim there, and we didn’t have a boat…
We turned around, dejected, thinking it was just too far to walk.
And then we saw it.
An old, beat up rowboat. It was just sitting by the edge of the lake.
It was a miracle! We figured we could just borrow the rowboat, row to the party, which was just a quick jaunt across the bay, check it out for a bit, and safely row back and return the rowboat before anyone even realized it was missing. Problem solved!
We were already picturing ourselves making a grand entrance at the party in our rowboat.
It was going to be awesome.
We got into the clunky little beast, and started rowing in the direction of the party. All went well for the first few minutes (as it often does, if you think of the stupid tree pulley, and the subway door), and we had a great time rowing our little boat.
We started to notice a significant amount of water accumulating in the bottom of the boat.
We continued to row, hoping it was just a tiny, slow leak…but the boat continued to fill steadily with water. Our rowing became more frantic.
The boat continued to fill with water to the point that we were concerned about whether or not we would make it to the party at all. It was a real possibility that the boat might sink and leave us stranded in the middle of the bay.
We had nothing to bail the water out with, so we tried using our hands, but to no avail.
We continued to row like madmen, and eventually we made it to the dock of the party. By this time our boat was almost completely under water.
The scene was not unfolding as we had planned, and it was not the arrival we had been anticipating, but we were fully prepared to roll with the punches and play the damsels in distress role.
We got out of the rowboat and clambered onto the dock. The boat sank to the bottom of the lake.
And we were greeted by the party attendees, who were very friendly. But not as we had pictured…
Feeling dejected, we walked home.
But we didn’t leave empty handed, my friends. We left with a story!