Sam And Saundra's Year Long Adventure - Part 132

Sam and Saundra’s Year Long Adventure – Part 132

Alaska

6/23/09 – Big Delta, Alaska – Quartz Lake State Park

One man, pitted against the raging force of nature in the form of weather and fish. The Old Man And The Sea or Moby Dick-this is not.  But some parts might apply.  The weather turned from ‘bright sunny day and day-night yesterday’ - to windy, cold, rainy, cold.  Sam makes ready the fold-a-boat for a long voyage using power other than … Sam.  We are worried about all the weight.  There is a weight limit to how much the boat can take – and we are playing with that limit. 

Big Lake!

Sam motions me to get into the boat.  I cringe.  It is cold even though the rain has stopped.  He pushes us off from shore and the wind picks up. I look towards Brutus for comfort.  Sam is oblivious to my fear.  Uncontrolled it is.  He is grinning.  He needs his ‘Indy Sam’ hat sitting on his head, just to take my mind off this activity. We are on our own.  The motor is pushing us around and the boat decides that the manufacturer is under-stating it’s capacities. We begin to fish. 

Our Private Path To Lake

I start to have fun. It starts to rain.  Sam decides to troll a little.  Does he know that I am in the front of the boat and now I become his wind break?  Can’t be!  I am not sure, but I think I am now colder than the wind.  I call it, and in Sam takes me.  He says that although he is not cold, he will come in with me.  The fold-a-boat has handled itself well. After a hot lunch, Sam goes back out again.  The fish are calling him. 

Way Out There. No, I Don't Know What He Is Doing.

As soon as the door closes behind Sam, it starts to rain in earnest.  It does not stop.  I’m busy and do not worry.  Several hours go by and Sam is not back.  I start to worry.  I know that it is not going to get dark and I am not sure that Sam has any other cue to stop fishing and come out of the rain, other than darkness.  I get my coat on and walk down to the lake.  Sure enough – no other boats on the lake.  There was one being taken out of the lake and they made a guffaw noise when I pointed out that ‘that is my husband out there’.  It takes a while for Sam to see me, and another while for him to come in. I think hypothermia – he claims he was having lots of fun, even though no fish.  He comes in to warm up a bit.  The weather turns even uglier.  He concedes.  But the fold-a-boat is now a full-fledged part of this adventure. 

Public Use Cabin

Left Half Of Our Space

White Pretty