About 25 minutes into the boat ride, our first unexpected event happened. A group of people were having a cookout at a park along the water. One of the drunken guests fell into the water. It was low tide … and that meant that there was a 5 foot barnacle covered seawall separating the water from the land. We watched as her drunken friends tried to pull her out of the water, and thus seriously cutting her foot. We slowed the boat and offered to help. Julie and Tony took over while the rest of us just tried to stay out of the way. They managed to get her on board. Her bloody foot was turning the white boat red. She was apologetic and embarrassed and thankful at the same time. She cried out of gratitude and invited us all to her upcoming birthday party. They wrapped her foot and finally managed to get her on land. Her drunken friends had basically forgotten about her. We washed the blood off the deck and continued on our journey. We joked about all the nice friends that she would have at that upcoming birthday party.
We drove past yachts and mansions. It was a beautiful, breezy evening. We were all enjoying the atmosphere and the company and so we decided to add dinner to our plans. We pulled the boat up to a lovely, open aired seafood restaurant. We dined on shrimp and crab. The wind picked up. Lightning flashed across the sky. We finished our dinner and hopped back on the boat.
Within minutes, it was pouring down rain. Lightning turned the sky a bright white. We motored on. We huddled under the awning and made small talk – and we made the obvious Gilligan’s Island references. We arrived at Tom and Julie’s dock safely and in good spirits – a water rescue, a good dinner, and an adventurous ride home – so much better than just a tour of the canals. It really is the journey that makes life so much fun.