Remember the Boat Times?

I know I do.

When Brent asked me if I'd like to go out on a boat on the Chesapeake Bay and eat some crabs and oysters, how could I possibly say no?

So the day after Halloween we all packed into the car and drove to a warehouse to get the boat.  I was thinking yacht. 

Yacht it was not.

But it was an incredibly fast and powerful floating machine, or so I was told.

We drove some more to the bay.  Then we had to get suited up.  This is serious boating, folks.

This yellow thing is the special survival container we have to save if we get shipwrecked.  It contains useful items, such as a compass, so we can find our way to the shore. 

This whole leisurely boating trip is getting a bit intense, don't you think?

Check out Michael- how does he actually make those yellow overalls look good?

Captain Brent readied the boat for departure.

Second Mate Bryan fiddled with some rope.

We made a call to make sure we were accounted for in case of emergency. 

And made our way into the blue yonder.

Except we didn't make it far.  And our big powerful boat wasn't so powerful, because something was wrong with the cooling element.  So we barely made it out of the no wake zone before red lights blared, and we had to stop.  Luckily other friends were boating as well.  They picked us up, helped us tow back to the docks, and gave us all a ride to the crab place.  The ride was indeed beautiful, if a bit intense.  My upper body strength was just barely enough to keep me on the boat.

The crabs were awesome, but I could barely taste them because I was so hungry and tired.  I do love the messy hands-on experience of the crab boil though, and would definitely do it again.

I think next time maybe we'll just drive. 

Remember the boat times?

How could I ever forget?

Playing Pirate,
Meredith