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 > > _______________________________________________ > http://mailman.xmission.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/montgomery_boats > _______________________________________________ http://mailman.xmission.com/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/montgomery_boats
