It was the brainstorm of a guy named Jim. Here he is giving marching orders to the gang before leaving our park. He's the one in the blue shirt.
We left the park by 7:15 am, got to the marina by 8:15 am, and were on the boats by 8:30 am. It was a gorgeous morning. The sun was just coming over the mountains.
This wasn't a "Three Hour Tour" like "Gilligan's Island", but a "Five Hour Tour". Nonetheless, Lenore wanted to play the part of "Ginger" because she had a fancy hat.
Ginger |
Lenore, a.k.a. "Ginger" |
The first boat led the way as we head out on the lake.
The scenery was stunning. The lighting was PERFECT so early in the morning for pictures. Judge for yourself.
The first stop was 2 miles down, called Beer Can Point. It had primitive bathrooms (no running water). Obviously there were no bathrooms on board the boats, so we DEFINITELY wanted to stop there! Here we are docked at the pier. Henry entertained us with his singing and guitar playing, and the girls did an impromptu dance!
Ellen (l), Pat (not me), Lenore, Diane |
Diane learned what it was like to feel a big gun.
It's a showdown!
Meanwhile, Diane's husband, Henry, paid no attention to her nonsense, and serenaded "da boys". Just look at their contented faces, especially David's, the guy in the center!
A man on one of the boats realized that he forgot his bag with his camera and wallet back on the dock two miles back! They couldn't contact the marina because of no cell service in the canyon. So they had no choice but to circle back and hope that the items were still there.
We didn't care. We waited at Bear Can Point and partied. We were lucky not only to have one musician on board, but TWO. Here is Doug, strumming a tune or two.
We armed the two waiting boats with the water guns and ambushed the other boat when it returned from its "rescue-the-wallet-mission". Pretty soon we were acting like a bunch of teenagers and racing up the lake, shooting the water gun at each other!
Our boat and the other boat that was armed took turns shooting at each other and the defenseless boat. Finally, the defenseless boat used the only ammunition they had: ugliness. That's right. A guy bent over and MOONED us! I'll only show the beginning of the moon so I don't offend anyone!
Ugh! An image I have to poke out of my mind's eye!
Henry raced off, leaving the other two boats eating our "dust".
It seems that the next turn on the lake brought more gorgeous scenery, if that was at all possible.
To be continued.....