This past Labour Day, I enjoyed a tour of Lake Muskoka aboard a friend's boat. It felt like the quintessential excursion for the end-of-season holiday – speeding across the water, drenched in September sunlight with windswept hair. It was my daughter's first boating experience and she squealed with delight with every wave.
Anyone who loves being out on the water, understands the particular pleasure of being on a boat. It is not something I do often, but it is a decadent treat when I do.
I have been bitten by the boat bug. I now find myself reading up on the attributes of cabin cruisers versus bowriders; I peruse Boat International and Yachting Magazine; I look for images of soaring sailboats and learn new words, such as jib, boom and tiller (it is not unusual for me to become inordinately preoccupied with seemingly random topics).
I imagine my own boat. Perhaps similar to the one in Some Like It Hot – a yacht with lacquered mahogany panelling and plush velvet sofas. Or maybe a small wood speedboat; or even a sleek cruiser. Whatever it may be, I am dreaming of a boat.
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