We enjoyed yet another very special family summer on board. The meter shows 55 hours between our seasonal goal posts of Memorial Day to Labor Day. This excludes countless hours anchored, drifting, swimming, fishing, beached, or boat camping which would easily double the runtime count above. Fresh trout grilled astern. Dad experienced the joy of teaching the kids to water ski and also strapping on a slalom ski myself for the first time in 30 years.
Home port is 8,300? elevation surrounded by the Rocky Mountain National Park, Continental Divide, and Never Summer Mountain Range (an elegant description of our boat season). September is the finest part of the year in Colorado, though this past Sunday was likely the last run in high country, as it snowed Monday morning. It was just me and my five-year old son, as the girls had to get ready for other school stuff.
We cast off at 5pm, watched the piercing blue sky turn to alpenglow, framed by peak Aspen gold leaves and majestic peaks. Other than another dozen or so craft spread out over our 7,200 acre lake, it was just us and a two bald eagles fishing for dinner. Last brief swim of the season in 55F water temps. It was pure, sweet, magical.
We had many other joyous days just like it this summer. Memories were recreated for our kids, quite similar to those that we still reminisce over from our own childhoods.
The difference this outing, was that it drew tears pulling her out for the long winter?s nap.
Someone give me a tissue.
Home port is 8,300? elevation surrounded by the Rocky Mountain National Park, Continental Divide, and Never Summer Mountain Range (an elegant description of our boat season). September is the finest part of the year in Colorado, though this past Sunday was likely the last run in high country, as it snowed Monday morning. It was just me and my five-year old son, as the girls had to get ready for other school stuff.
We cast off at 5pm, watched the piercing blue sky turn to alpenglow, framed by peak Aspen gold leaves and majestic peaks. Other than another dozen or so craft spread out over our 7,200 acre lake, it was just us and a two bald eagles fishing for dinner. Last brief swim of the season in 55F water temps. It was pure, sweet, magical.
We had many other joyous days just like it this summer. Memories were recreated for our kids, quite similar to those that we still reminisce over from our own childhoods.
The difference this outing, was that it drew tears pulling her out for the long winter?s nap.
Someone give me a tissue.