I know it's been a long break, and I'll explain. A generous friend gifted to me his registration to OUTPOST, the Fishtrap workshop held on the Zumwalt Prairie for six days. I returned last Thursday, but had a medical issue that has required my attention.
BUT... yesterday I took a break with my friend, Lynn. It was the one year anniversary of her husband's passing, and I suggested we make a better memory of that date by kayaking at the Lake.
Included in this adventure was the launch of a boat I made for Petey. It is constructed out of a plastic snow sled disc, two styrofoam float sticks (is that what they are called?), and baling twine.
Here's Commodore Petey Podengo boarding his ship for the first time (tentatively, I might add.)
We launched, and he did okay at first...
But he began to take on water. His ears are down. This is not looking good.
COMMODORE PETEY PODENGO JUMPED FROM HIS OWN SHIP! I'm not sure how this will be recorded in the deck log. I tried to grab him, but he would have none of me. I don't think he's too impressed with my big ideas on The Adventures of Petey Podengo.
I'm happy to report he made it safe to shore. It was worth noting that he made no effort to help us load the watercraft in my vehicle. Rather he found a dried up dead trout onshore, rolled in it, then held it tightly in his mouth when he jumped in my car. It smelled horrendous, which is just how he likes it. But his love for atrocious olfactory offenders is a story for another time.
A 50-something woman comes home to a place she's never been before.