Thursday, January 21, 2010

The perfect storm

Unusually strong winds are hitting us here. Worried about a leak in the boat, we decided to go down to the harbor and check on the boat. The drive was a little tense with the traffic and the driving rain. We went to get a little snack, but pulled over on the way. There was a waterfall right there in the harbor. Maybe not romantic, as it was runoff, but it was beautiful nonetheless. He jumped out of the car to get a picture. I thought about following, but hesitated. After a minute, though, the rain and the fall were too tempting. I jumped out and the rain felt wonderful. I was happy.

We finally decided to go. He needed to get something to eat. After our snack, it was back to the boat. Pulled into the parking lot and there was a little puddle outside the door of the car. Of course, the rain was driving harder than it had all day, right at the point that we had to run to the boat through the rain. And that's just what we did. As we ran through the rain, I couldn't help but say to him that this was how some of my favorite fantasies began, two lovers running through the rain, caught off guard.

I jumped up on the boat over the safety lines and dropped them so he could get over them. I scrambled to get the lock off and take the door pieces off, while it just seemed to rain harder and harder. Finally got inside and pulled off my coat so that I could move around better. He stayed in the cockpit.

I looked around a little, expecting he would come down in just a second. Found the front hatch was fine, but there was a little leak on the port side of the boat, where we had already fixed, or thought we had fixed, the leak. I wasn't too bad, though. I pulled the cushions off the settee so that they wouldn't soak up any water that might leak down. As I checked a few more places, the rain really started to come down. I crawled back into the aft cabin to check and make sure the berth was staying dry.



When I came back out of the stateroom, he had come down into the stairs, but he was drenched. Soaking wet to the core. It was raining so hard, there was no way we could go out in the rain again. I suggested he should get out of his wet clothes. I keep a change of clothes for both of us in the locker.

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