Not really cold, but we are not really ready. In February a day like this would go down as tropical. The lack of sun, I think, and the damp feeling, contributed.

Sue spent a bit of time cleaning up old computer files and came across this, below. Since there is little else to report or comment on…

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Even Further Adventure of Pax

The plan was to help George move his Southcoast 22 across the Bay and help him haul it out and then store it away at Berry Boats. I was going to accompany George on the water, while John would meet us at the marina with his truck and George’s trailer.

George lives north-west of here, a brisk 10 minute walk along Serendipity Lane, on the end of Gray’s Point. Rather than walking there this morning I asked John to drive me down. I had my hat, my slicker, and John’s handheld VHF, and, of course, Pax. Pax always prefers to be part of things and today made sure he was not left behind.

So we drove down to the Griffith’s place, John and me up front, Pax in back. George met us at the turnaround on his driveway where I gathered my stuff and got out. John turned the truck and headed back home, with Pax now riding shotgun. John drove home, pulled in his drive, parked, and got out. Pax jumped out too.

George and I meanwhile walked around his cottage and down the path to the beach, and then waded out to the boat where we lowered the motor, started it up, and cast off the anchor lines. I walked us out to deeper water, and as George shifted into forward I climbed aboard, with the boat headed out of the cove and around the rocky spit of Gray’s Point. As we gained deeper water and were able to swing east and head toward the marina, George looked aft and said, “My God, something is coming after us.”

Absolutely right. Not a beaver. Not a muskrat. But a little head with a topknot and floppy ears, and most definitely Pax, swimming hard, swimming fast.

George cut the motor, and when Pax caught up I hoisted him aboard. I used the handheld to hail Kagawong marina and ask them to call John’s cottage and leave word that we had a dog aboard the boat.

When he got the word John gave up his Paxton search and drove over to the marina. Pax put his soggy head on my lap, endured the ride, and when we reached the marina went about his business. He didn’t help much with hauling the boat, but he definitely was part of the action…which was always his plan.