Boat for Sale

Well, it is official. Our boat is not REALLY a boat. It is a floating bed. It has been a floating bed for three years now. After three years of working on it and working on it, repairing the engine, the impeller (twice), the thermostat (twice), batteries (5 times), a doohicky (we don't even know what it is) that melted, the starter motor, the outdrive, and various other parts that broke, burned, or that we suspected were the problem. And with each replacement we thought, hoped and wished that the problem was finally solved... speeding off to our destination only to smell a burning or hear a beeping or have the boat not even start at all. -sigh-

If I had had my trusty computer with me I would have posted the boat for sale right then and there as we heard the warning beep telling us the engine was overheating. Our afternoon of fun was shot down and we limped the boat back to the houseboat to spend another afternoon tearing it apart looking for the elusive problem. Well, Brett's afternoon was shot...I read an e-book and watched kids swim on the beach. Still...

I think we should get a different boat. Brett wants to give up on boats altogether and get a motorhome and do cross-country vacations. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! My worst nightmare come to life. Driving in a motorhome all day. I told him I would meet him at the destinations. He can drive with the kids and I'll fly there. I don't do long-distance drives. It is a testament to my love and devotion that I do these drives to the lake. But honestly... it is sheer torture. To actually buy a motorhome ON PURPOSE. I don't think so. I'm going to have to buy a subliminal tape for him to listen to and talk him out of this most recent plan.

I get it. All those hours spent down in the engine compartment working on the boat engine... in the heat and smelling the grease and fuel. I'd hate boats too. He'll get over it. I hope.

Other than that... it was a great trip. Lots of sun, lots of wind, lots of rain. Lots of weather in other words. The kids swam, tubed, jetskiid, roasted marshmallows, played games and spent lots of time with their cousins. Pictures to follow. But I am afraid that I MUST get to bed at a decent time. I can still feel the sand between my toes and the waves of the lake moving me back and forth. Hopefully these trips won't be a thing of the past. I don't want to trade in my water shoes and life jacket for a fuzzy seat cover.