In Response to the Queen of Enjoying Other Peoples' Suffering... -Sunday, September 21, 2003 -2:49 am-
The Writeback page now looks like the main page of the blog. Thank you for pointing that out, I had no idea it looked like that. Secondly, you're a bitch. You're not allowed to enjoy my suffering, I do that to other people. It doesn't happen to me. :::sticking out tongue:::
It's been a busy weekend. Jenny (Michelle's sister has been visiting. She came down for the purpose of sailing, but that hasn't really happened. On Thursday, we took the boat over to the Scioto River at the intersection of SR257 and Home Rd. There was no wind. Well, there was enough wind to get us 100 feet from the do and then we stopped. Sigh. So Friday I spent most of the day trying to get the wiring harness on the car to pass signal to the trailer lights correctly. I got the harness fixed and then we went to the farm to pick up the boat. When I made the connection the lights didn't. I fiddled around some and found out the connections were too corroded. After cleaning them, the connection was still poor enough to result in pretty poor light. I don't know what my next step will be. Once hooked up, we took the boat over to Alum Creek Reservoir. We rigged and launched and started out ok. Then we broke out from behind the headland. Wow. Um. Yeah. It was blowing. I turned the boat to go back to the dock and found myself trying run in a 20 knot wind with 3 foot capping swells with a boat that tried to broach on every wave that came by it. I managed to get it back to the dock without any casualties, but I think the girls were a bit shaken. I asked them if they really wanted to go out in the weather and they said yes, so I re-rigged with a much tighter setup. On out second outing, we were overpowered even before we made it to the headland. The wind had picked up while we were on the dock. Again we turned and headed for the dock, this time to pullout and de-rig.
This is Erin's fault too.
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