FRom Stephen Kings Series of The Dark Towers " It was Ka" that you were
there.

gilbert
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Larry E Yake" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>; <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Sent: Sunday, August 08, 2004 10:19 PM
Subject: M_Boats: Return to Priest Lake (long)


> I went back to Priest Lake this weekend.  It was time to take Tullamore
> out. My month at the marina was over.  But also, I just felt a need to
> return.  As I left home, I asked my wife "Well, what will it be today,
> rescue a jet-ski?"  Yesterday was a cool, cloudy day, but as I sailed
> away from the marina, the sun burst through and all seemed well.  The
> wind was straight from behind and the lake was real rough, so I spread
> the genoa out with the whisker pole, rigged a preventer on the boom, and
> let the wind take me down the lake wing and wing.  It was a wild ride
> with the following seas surging up from behind and carrying me along.
> Constant steering was required to avoid a broach.  Up ahead, the sun was
> gone, the clouds were low and ominous.  The lake was black, with lines of
> foam trailing the breaking waves.  It soon became obvious where the wind
> was taking me.  We were headed back to Eight Mile Island, where I found
> the Catalina run aground last week.  I thought of veering off, going
> somewhere else, but I let the wind carry me.  "OK, girl, what are we
> doing?  Are we looking for the body?"  (He still hasn't been found.)  As
> I swung into the cove, thinking of anchoring out of the wind, it felt all
> wrong.  Moody, dark, unwelcoming.  I drifted through, past where the Jodi
> Beth was grounded, preparing to head back out, when suddenly,
> unexpectedly, I threw open the anchor locker and dropped the hook.  "OK,
> this is too weird."  But it was quiet, so I decided to relax a while.
> Five minutes later, a jet-ski struggles into the cove.  Two young teenage
> boys were aboard trying to keep it upright and running.  They were lost,
> running out of gas, and on the verge of sinking.  "Need some help?"   Ten
> minutes later, they're aboard Tullamore wrapped in my towels, the
> jet-ski/sea-anchor is towing behind, and we're heading for Indian Creek
> Campground.  As we leave the cove, the wind drops, the lake calms, and
> the sun peeks out again.  All is good.
>
> Larry
>
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