After being on the hard since last October, we are ready to go back in the water. I am so ready to be back in the water. Being parked in the gravel with boats butted up next to us on all sides is like living in a Wal-Mart parking lot without the asphalt. I am a bit tired of climbing up a ladder to get up to the boat. The day is scheduled to bring in the gigantic crane to move the boat. It is a lift on four wheels that are taller than an MBA basketball player. The day of the splash had unsettled weather with strong winds and intermittent sprinkles. But the strong winds don’t seem to bother those operating the lift. They scoop the boat up in its slings and slowly head to the splash area. Just about the time the boat is lifted, the sprinkles turn into a downpour. I am talking about so much rain that I am soaked to the bone in seconds. The wind picks up and is howling. The boat is swaying in the slings and I am as nervous as a mouse in a trap factory. It is the wind that has me most concerned. The rain is just wet, and after all, it is a boat. Just as the boat is lowered back into the water, the skies clear, the wind stops and fluffy white clouds appear out of the darkness. It is as if the storm had never occurred. We have no problem motoring over to the quay and tying up the boat. We have touchdown.
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