So I found the designated pier, no problem. However I had no idea where the boat was or what the captain looked like. Naturally, I found the local bar and picked a stool with a nice view of the bay.
"You on permanent vacation?" Peg the barmaid inquired, motioning towards my bag.
"Just mentally, I'll have a pint of Newcastle" I reply.
As I make friends with the other patrons, I see Alex lumbering through the boat yard in the distance. Danny, who was every so kind to keep my company, pointed him out first.
"Hey that guy has a U-Haul on his back!"
"Oh yeah, that's my buddy -- he's coming with me" I respond
"You should go out and help him, that pack looks heavy"
Having carried my own pack, I shared his sympathy.
"Nah, he's fine."
45 minutes and 3 Newcastles later, Alex meanders into the bar looking like he'd been searching for his lost puppy; and come up empty handed.
"Hey! you have beer!" he exclaimed, sad face quickly disappearing.
He was observant.
"Is that Slydog?" Alex squinted into the distance
Well f**k me. He was observant. Slydog was perched right in the center of the bay. I had been dumbly staring at it for several hours. Damn. Sometimes it takes a new perspective to find the most obvious solution.
Wanna find the boat? Open your eyes.
Onward.
1 comment:
Hey Topher we are glad you found your boat. If there is a need to bail out any weight when you are sailing the seven seas, just throw Alex's uhal back pack over first! I wounder how many mtion sickness pills Alex will need if the sea gets rough? Anyway take care.
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