As with the previous visit, Jim took us on the traditional/ceremonial fishing boat ride, and as before, in the spirit of tradition I suppose, we caught nothing. Without any doubt though, the best part is watching Jim rig up the fishing poles. I believe one of them was used by Christopher Columbus when he took time off to go fishing after reaching America. The other two I don't know about, but added to the fact that we could see the bottom of the ocean (all of 4 feet deep), I was sure we went out on the boat not to fish, but for something only obvious to Jim that we will probably never figure out.
The boat's motor by the way (and again following tradition), died a few times. Additionaly, I noticed the fuel gauge was on empty. This didn't seem to concern Jim at all, and at least the kids weren't crying (*they* were wearing life vests). I, on the other hand, felt like crying when I started to think about how we would get back to shore if God forbid something happened or how we would call anyone if in need of help as I saw no radio, no horn not even fire for smoke signals...
Eventually, Jim bent over to pick up a small plastic package that held an even smaller air horn. As Jim quickly opened his Dollar Store find (pure speculation on my part but with good reason, given that it's Jim's favorite store and from the way the horn looked it's a pretty safe assumption), I didn't feel much better. Mostly because when he let our son blow the horn for the first time it failed... as a matter of fact it failed a few more times. Finally, the sound came out of it and it was as if the horn was actually calling for help for itself, begging to be put out of its misery... After a while, the horn blew more steadily and we all re-joiced. Actually we just laughed, really, since the mighty sound of the horn could not even get in the way of just plain conversation and even less catch someone's ear to come to our rescue...
No comments:
Post a Comment