About 2 weeks ago, Mark and I decided to go fishing at the end of the day. I love going out in our little boat and we don’t go often enough. It was a gorgeous afternoon and we were ready to head out. Had our rods and bait ready, dropped the lift and ….dead battery! So, hooked up the charger, waved at the lone fisherman at the edge of the creek and trudged back to the house. Disappointed for sure.
The next afternoon I head down to the dock, alone,as Mark has headed out of town. My neighbors see my off from their porch, the boat cranks up and I am out of there.
I pass the same fisherman and as I slow to pass he waves and comments on what a fine thing a “charged” battery is…I am sure he is amused. of course I agree with him and then hit the throttle and am out of there.
I cannot describe how great it feels to be skimming across the water…no phones, no people…just me and water. Life is grand. If you time it right and go slow enough, you can ease through the creek behind our house and out in to Dewees Inlet. In our little boat we have not ventured out to the Atlantic, but rather head across the inlet and explore behind Dewees and other areas. It is just great to be out. So I am flying across the inlet and cough cough, sputter, sputter…the engine dies. I turn the key and nothing. It a good thing the tide is coming in and I drift towards the marsh.
Good thing I have my cell ( ok, so I brought my phone). I call my neighbors to call my other neighbor who has a small boat but, alas, he is out of town. Well, hells bells I think… when out of the inlet comes the lone fisherman…my saviour. His name is Ladson Galligan, from Greenville, SC and after he tosses me a tow line and a cold beer…he tows me in. What an evening. Here is picture of my pal and the sunset we had that evening.
(ps, my wonderful neighbors, Jim and Elsie Jerozal came to my assistance, too, and had me over for dinner and wine, wine, wine) All is well that ends well.