It’s Labor Day weekend.  It’s probably the nicest weekend we’ve had all summer.  It’s in the 70’s, sunny, the lake has finally warmed up enough to stay in it more than 3 minutes. 

Our friend brought us out on the Lake in his boat.  What an adventure… heh.

I woke up way too early for a Sunday morning and got ready.  Grabbed the snorkel kits, the snacks, and thank god… the wetsuits. 

We drove 45 minutes to J’s cabin.  Then find out the boat’s battery isn’t fully charged.  So… while J charges the battery, we head into town to grab some sandwiches then all meet up at the marina.  J gets the boat in the water… the engine still won’t start.  So we putter over to a friend’s dock to charge the battery.  Oh yeah… and grab a kid’s pfd because we forgot the niece’s.

Finally…

We take off! 

The boat’s roaring over the water.  The lake is a deep blue-green.  The waves make it a romping, rolling ride.  I’m giggling like I haven’t giggled all summer.

And then the engine dies…

Thank god for the tiny trolling engine.  That saved the day!  We putted over to a sunken schooner.  The Englishman and I put on our wetsuits and snorkeled above it, checking out the wreck.  It was pretty cool.  We could see a diver down in it as well.  I love Lake Superior. 

Then we puttered around an island, looking for an eagles’ nest.  We didn’t find it, but it was a beautiful island to see.

After another hour of puttering back… we finally make it back to shore.  Stop for ice cream.  Head home. 

I’m wiped out.

That’s enough Laboring for this Day.