Pebblekeeper

2:30 in the morning. I woke from a dream where I was in the middle of what felt like a chaotic tornado. Items were swirling, knocking on the house. I ran out side to see what was going on and I found the SUP Board in two pieces and debris flying all around.

When I opened my eyes, my heart was racing, and the noise from a squall hitting the house made me panic. I couldn’t get the image of the SUP out of my mind, so I went to look out the window.  The canoe, which was stowed on the dock, was missing.  Dread. Fear. 

So I did what any rational person does at 2:30 in the morning. I went downstairs in my jammies in 60 mph gusty winds and brought the 11’ 6” board up the stairs and into the dining room.  Then I said a prayer for my lil red rocket and went back to sleep.

This morning at 7:30 – I braved opening the blinds to peek and – JOY – There it was. Full of water, but on the shore. Not sure how that happened. I put on a rain coat and some knee boots, grabbed my stock pot, and went out for a rescue.

Quite a few bails of water later – and quite a bit of sludgy mud material removal– and the lil red rocket is good as new. How it got from the dock, to the shore, up right, yet full of mud and water – I’ll never guess.

We are looking or a safe way to store Rusty outside. You can see it just doesn’t work to keep him inside. I’d like to sleep through storms without worrying.  Glad it all worked out. We have not had a storm here since before Christmas. It’s been an insanely mild winter!