FUN ON THE WATER

 


Cruising Alaska’s Inland Passage on the Island Princess.  We were docked at Ketchikan here.

I’ll bet the folks who own this houseboat have fun on the water!  It’s anchored on Don Pedro Lake not too far from where we live.

Back in 1983, looking into the possibility of renting a houseboat on Lake Shasta the following summer, we had a tour of one of the rentals and I took a picture of the kids thinking about the fun they could have – except we never followed through which is too bad.  It probably would have been fun, but other expenditures came up and that was the end of the houseboating idea.  Oh well.

Meeks Bay’s speedboat, the Effie Moon, took folks out for rides on Lake Tahoe.  In 1954 I’m up front on the far right.  They had two boats. The other was called Stardust.  Those old woodies were so pretty!

Pulling double skiers.  I met these boys in 1960 at Tahoe.  What fun.  I tried to learn to water ski, but couldn’t quite get the hang of it and didn’t like it anyway, so I got to be the person who holds up the red flag when one of the skiers goes in the drink and the boat has to come round and pick them up.

Three years later in 1963, however, my youngest sister learned to water ski behind a friend’s boat.

Eldest & youngest daughters on a ski doo at Tahoe in 1996


2008 - My cousin George is ready to leave the marina and take his boat out on the lake (Tahoe) with my eldest daughter in the front passenger seat next to him and my youngest sister out front.  Not sure who’s in the back.

I don't suppose the owner of this amphibious plane was having all that much fun having had to make an emergency landing here on the beach at Meeks Bay in 1947.  That’s my brother & me down there looking at it.


Sailing, sailing on Pinecrest Lake in 1953.  Those legs belong to my Mom kicking her way back onto the boat after being pulled lazily through the water behind it for a while.  So relaxing.

My husband on our catamaran on Pine Mountain Lake, “flying a hull”.  He got pretty good at it.  Only “turtled” the boat once.

My Mom and Dad on a peddle boat in 1970.  Not sure on which lake, though.

My daughters peddling a water trike at Meeks Bay, Lake Tahoe in 1988.

Friends of my husband’s maternal grandfather, Harry Brasier, row a canoe on one of the 5 lakes they rowed across in Canada in the early 1900s.  There were 6 fellows on the trip including Harry.

My Dad takes my little sister & brother for a kayak ride in 1947.

Mom’s turn in a kayak.

My turn in a kayak in 1959.

My youngest sister showing fine form on a paddle board a dozen years ago.

1984: My son in a raft on Pine Mountain Lake.  The way we got that raft down to the lake & back was kind of fun.  Luckily we only had a mile to go down a neighborhood street and didn’t drive fast.  We put it on top of the car, opened the front & back seat windows, and four hands out the windows held onto the raft.  It worked pretty well.  We only almost lost it once.

Speaking of rafts, here I am in 1988 with a big poofy hairdo in the middle of this raft surrounded by L-R going around: my sister, daughter, daughter, & a cousin’s husband.

Ah, the famous Gasquet Raft Race on the middle fork of the Smith River.  

Youngest daughter (raising her paddle) & friends rafting the Trinity River in northern California in 1993.

And that’s fun on the water! 

:->

La Nightingail

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