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Monday, May 21, 2012
They never heard me coming
There I was having a nice sail on the lake, drinking a few beers, and soaking in the sun.
Looking back over the stern I saw a couple guys in a peddle boat. They landed at my beach and threw a bunch of trash in my bushes. What the heck where they thinking?
I pushed the tiller over, caught a strong tail wind and sailed back to my beach at a goodly speed. They weren’t looking my way until I was almost on top of them. For a few moments I was really tempted to run them over. By then I was standing up on my cockpit seat. It must have looked like the Vikings were landing.
At the very last minute the anchor went overboard and I stopped about 20 feet away from them. I shouted at them that they’d better pick up that litter. The guys quickly picked up the trash. They made some hasty apologies and went on their way.
Litterbugs in general tick me off. It’s such a senseless thing to do and shows a real lack of respect. When they litter on my land, my blood rises. The kids got away easy.
I’ve come across strangers landing on my beach before. That doesn’t automatically set me off. The prevailing winds blow towards my beach so boats with mechanical trouble naturally drift into it. Sometimes I’ve been able to help them. Stuff happens.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.