On the way back to shore Jim showed us an infamous sailboat that had very recently gotten stuck in the sand (remember my comment about the 4 feet of water? This is a place where you only get a foot deep for every mile sailed). It is a tragically funny tale about a man spending too much on a sailboat he will never be able to sail in *those* waters... I personally thought he should leave it there and turn it into some kind of rental room on the water for those romantic souls, but changed my mind when we were told the next day that the boat had started to sink because it had tilted to one side.
We finally made it back to the house. I swore I would never go on one of those rides again, but as I sit here typing this I wish I was out on Jim's boat, waiting and looking around for something to happen. Full of anticipation: will the fish bite this time? Will we be needing rescue? Will this boat start back up? Is the guy on that boat saying hello or flipping us off??
Later on I had to go out for some things to a more "metropolitan" area, so I asked Jim if he needed anything. He said (dramatically overacting): "Love and understanding!!"
I want to thank Stefan for introducing me to James Rosenquist, just one of those people...
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