Yesterday, we swapped the camper my FIL gave us for a small fishing boat. We figure it’s better to not go on short trips that are pretty much like a small house move, and get something where we could catch our own food. Mmm… Fresh catfish.
We set it out on the dam site yesterday evening, just to make sure we could get the boat in the water, and back out of it.
Everything went fine.
For a short time, The Little Kid thought she was driving the boat.
And, yes, of course, we have all the necessary safety gear, to all those querisome grandpa’s and grandma’s out there.
You know who you are.