No, it's nothing close to the Barcelona World Race (as those sailors spend Christmas in the Southern Ocean). Heck, this wasn't even a race. But it was an adventure.Perhaps inspired by the story of Grandpa Herc sleeping on the Flying Dutchman on Cayuga Lake, Trevor became interested in his own nautical adventure last year. With the realization that Mr. T would become a teenager at the end of the summer, Mike was determined to share the experience with Trevor before another summer slipped by.
The plan was modest. They would simply spend the night sleeping on the Lido on Fern Ridge Lake and meet up with the rest of the family the next day for a picnic. The two adventures pushed off from the dock in the early evening. The north wind was fairly strong and refused to die as the sun went down. We found shelter in the lee of a small island and prepared the boat for the night. Although it took a while for the wind to die and the boat to stop rocking, Trevor and Mike managed to sleep well.
Morning came... early as Mike discovered the breeze (now quite mild) had swung around to the South. As the new moon rose just before sunrise, they relocated to the north side of the island and settled back for some more sleep. It seems likely the pair of adventurers will come up with something more for next year. At any rate, it was a special experience that Mike and Trevor enjoyed together.
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