After watching all the clips of people enjoying the beaches and boating over the holiday weekend I am left pining for our boat. In the midst of the chaos of owning the restaurant we sold our power boat. Twenty-four seven devoted to keeping our heads above water with the business left little free time to to do so out on the water itself. Also, there is far more to boat ownership than signing the paperwork at the dealer. Monies need to be set aside for mooring, maintenance, accessories and gasoline.
The day you purchase a boat your list of friends increases simultaneously, peaking at the onset of the first hot day of the year. Acquaintances never really finding time for you before suddenly can’t wait to share your space. Add a pool to the mix and you could run for state office.
When my kids were in high school we had a boat as well as a cabin at Bass Lake at our disposal. The kids friendship pool swelled as this news got around and often when packing up for a vacation at the lake we had three or four bonus children and several extra adults to account for when purchasing food and supplies. I have been known to say a week at the lake was “relocation” rather than “vacation”, at least for me such was the case. All the tasks I did at home simply relocated themselves to a different venue. Admittedly it was more fun doing them because of the “vacation feel” of the trip, but in truth I still cooked and cleaned much as at home only in a more beautiful setting. After several years of doing for my brood on such getaways, Susie’s chore lists came into being. This after a particularly boisterous morning where I’d fed ten people five different breakfast entrée requests, cleaned up the ensuing mess, and prepped for the lunch crowd while everyone else had lathered up with suntan lotion and gone off on their first ski run of the day. Really? I didn’t think so either. On their return new rules were in place which remained as thus until both the cabin and the boat had been sold.
I’m a big fan of “you make the mess, you clean it up”. I explained to my children when they were old enough to understand though I purchased the dishes they ate from, once they took possession of a plate with food on it it was by way of a rental agreement. Use of Mom’s plate in exchange for being responsible for getting it from the table to the dishwasher once they were done. Children, contrary to modern thinking, will not be harmed by the act of actually doing physical labor. By this I do not mean lifting their tablet or other device from the table to their laps. My kids participated around the house. When old enough they washed, dried, folded and ironed the clothes they wore and yet still grew up to be relatively undamaged human beings. I was a working mother, at times a single parent, and for me their participation in our upkeep was not only helpful but necessary. I don’t harbor one ounce of guilt about this as both my kids grew up to be responsible hard working adults.
Owning a boat was a group effort as well. You didn’t just hop into it, throw on a pair of skis and enjoy. There is a responsibility in owning a boat the same as owning a car. If the plan is to use your boat for more than a season, you must help clean it up, store the gear when you’re done, and help load it on the trailer when it’s time to go home. All hands on deck, so to speak.
There have been some boating disaster stories along the way. Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t have one or two. I have watched a newly purchased boat I was in sink to the bottom of the Colorado River, become becalmed on the way to Catalina in the middle of a shark feeding frenzy. Oh yes, my friends, there are stories. The one below always make me laugh ….. well, now it makes me laugh.
Twenty years would pass between my first boat and the second. That’s a long time to forget everything you ever learned the first time afloat. Rick and I bought our boat in 2004. I assured him I knew how to load the boat on the trailer and drive it once on the lake and would be happy to teach him. Words to live by, or die by as was possibly more true in this situation.
We picked the boat up and drove the two hours home to our lake where we’d rented a slip. Backing the boat up to the water I quickly realized I had no idea what the boat salesman had said about launching it. After an hour in the sun wrestling with it we hired two kids from the marina to help us get it off the trailer. Sigh. As humiliating as this was it was only a slight ripple compared to what was about to roll over the horizon.
The trailer parked and both of us finally in the boat, the second realization I had was that I’d forgotten how to drive a boat and certainly had not one single clue on how to get it docked once at the marina. Somehow we managed to maneuver ourselves into the back of the marina where our slip was located. As luck would have it our slip was in a tight right angled corner between two huge sailboats. Swell. First I hit the right side of the dock, then the left, then ricocheted from one to the other several times. We backed out nearly sideways nicking the edge of the extended propeller on the sailboat next to us. Rick, at this point had both hands on his head and was beginning to totally panic. I was long past that point. I pushed free of the propeller and noticed two parents pulling their children out of the water on the opposite side of the marina as I continued to be a loose cannon. Coming dangerously close to the ramp, Rick climbed out onto it leaving me circling alone. Chicken. On my next pass he hopped back in and with onlookers watching in amazement we got the boat into the slip without further incident. Someone on the other side clapped but my face was hung too low in embarrassment to acknowledge them. My humiliation was complete.
Fortunately there was no serious damage done to our boat or the sailboat. I did ding our boat slightly but as we took the boat out more often we improved greatly on handling it and had lots of fabulous days on the lake before buying the restaurant.
This is so pretty on the plate and absolutely yummy on the taste buds.
Baked Peaches with Orange Sauce and Caramelized Walnuts
For the peaches
Preheat oven to 375 degrees
4 large ripe peaches, halved and pitted
2 Tbsp. butter, quartered
1/2-3/4 tsp. cinnamon
Place pieces cut side up on baking sheet sprayed with cooking spray. Place 1/4 pat of butter in center of each peach. Sprinkle cinnamon on top of each piece (add more as desired). Bake in a single layer for 30 mins. Brush melted butter across tops of peaches and continue cooking 10 mins.
2 Tbsp. butter
2 Tbsp. flour
1/4 cup brown sugar
1 1/2 cups orange juice (no pulp)
Melt butter in medium saucepan over medium heat. Whisk in flour and cook for 2 min. Whisk in orange juice and brown sugar and continue cooking until thickened stirring constantly.
2 cups walnut halves
1/4 tsp. kosher salt
1/3 cup maple syrup
Heat dry skillet over medium high heat. Add all ingredients and cook stirring constantly until nuts are browned and caramelized
Place 1 baked peach on each place. Ladle sauce on top and place nuts around the plate.