Atwood Boat Club

Dixie must have sensed what boaters Jen and I are, so she invited Laura, Jen and I out for Sunday jaunt down the Merrimac River.

You have never seen two bigger losers than Jen and I preparing for a few hours on a boat.

We scurried around the house preparing for the trip like Ginger did for her three hour tour on the SS Minnow.

The day was perfect, weather-wise.  Dixie's boat is in Jen's color palette.  Piper was fired up.  And Laura!  More on her in a minute.

Laura looked regal.  Like she was ready for her cameo on The Love Boat.

Her middle name is Fay, which seemed so much more appropriate a name for her bourgeois, elite boating persona.  Laura owned the river.  The rest of us got to ride on her wake. 

Captain Piper and I sharing a stick.

Dixie Doodle at the helm.  She proved to be a very capable skipper.

Her engine has been giving her trouble and when it shut down in the busiest stretch of the river, Dixie saved us by calling over a passing boat to tie into.  It kept us from careening into the the boats on the dock. I was as useful as a condom made of yarn.

The Atwood Boat Club!

The destination was the sand bar in Amesbury.  A little stretch of beach that only appears for a couple of hours on certain days.  A little sanctuary to frolic.

We met up with Dixie's best buds and family and had a lovely day.  

A very happy (and exhausted) Captain Piper

Jen and Laura taught the kids to appreciate fine cheese.  I'm sure they will have to apologize to the parents for creating three more cheese snobs.

'Have you tried the Delice?'

The tide rolled in quick.  The sand bar disappeared.  It was time for Captain Piper to board the boat and head home.

We now have savage tans.  Well, maybe not Fay.  Tans are for the proletariat, not the upper class.

Dixie reels in the boat as I help by standing on the side encouraging her.

Thanks, Dixie.  A wonderful day on the sea.