Our Houseboat Adventure Was Both Heaven And Hell
I'd do it again, not so sure my family would join me
There wasn't time to react. It was one of those situations where all you can do is face the music. Pay the consequences. Any attempt to make the scene appear anything other than what it was — well, it was just too late.
It would be a blatant lie. Besides, I was just on that borderline — that brief space between amazingly content and officially drunk. One more rum and cola would tip that scale. I wonder if that's where they get the term "tipsy"?
The motorboat came out of nowhere — somewhere from behind us. It was likely in our wake for some time. There’s no way to see him as the "house" section of the boat obscures our rear view.
My son is at the helm. He has both engines at full throttle. I pointed every so often to indicate a direction change.
In front of us — an endless expanse of Minnesota's open water rolls smoothly under our bow. Rays of sunlight bouncing sparkles off the sapphire surface, dancing around us like a Van Gogh experience.
I can do this for three nights. It's a great kickoff to our Northwoods vacation. We are about as far north in Minnesota as you can get. Much further would put us in Canada.
