The pump house at the boat launch contained many items including:
gas cans mixed with oil
two stroke oil. one jug per fill up
paddles for the canoes
life jackets
oars
bailers
marine batteries and chargers
water skis
rope
a map of the lake
Most importantly, it contained my granddad’s old green Johnson 9.9 outboard motor. It was ancient. It was from the sixties. At the age of eight I had fantasies of having that beauty perched on the back of a small aluminum boat - a Springbok most likely.
From shore, I would imagine what my teenage years would look like: Me, on the lake in a springbok aluminium boat powered by that beautiful, industrial green Johnson outboard.
My left hand on the tiller, my right hand on my knee, I’d have it going wide open. The hull bouncing loudly in the chop would sound an alarm to all on shore. There’d be no alarm, just teen age me.
As an eight year old, teen aged me in a boat was the peak of human experience. My hair flowing in the breeze, mirrored shades would hide my eyes. …
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