The day being so lovely, it just didn't seem right drinking beer and pitching horseshoes. So, everyone grabbed their boat and went drinking beer and kayaking. Everybody except Bruce and Marcel ("Mack"). They decided to go fishing aboard the Miss Inclined, our new multi purpose watercraft. This wasn't all that much fun. Mack is a fairly hyperkinetic individual and put a fly rod in his hands and keep your head down. The flaying of the line overhead with barbed steel hook was downright dangerous. With my face flat on the deck I convinced Mack that we had to go back and light the fire. The battery status lights on the electric motor were on the "head to shore" level and we were still several hundred yards through the lilly pads to home port. Finally, the propeller stopped turning. and we were dead in the water. We hollered to Margaret on the dock to bring us some paddles and out she came with two kayak paddles lashed to her boat and we were able to row ourselves home. Sans fish.
This would normally be about all the fun I could handle but this was a cross quarter day of some importance. So, with the fire lit the feasting began. Our corn offerings for the first harvest meal were Chris' old family corn bread, my old family corn pudding and corn chips. Also featured were Maine red hot dogs. I don't know why since we basically live meatless. But it just seemed like the thing for a picnic.
I guess I just can't think of anything else exciting that happened. The evening wound down with everyone enjoying Chris' "Rafting Guides Brownies" under the gaze of my latest birthday present, a mounted buck Jackalope. After bidding everyone farewell and be careful, Chris and I reposed upstairs and watched as a bright orange waxing gibbous moon rose over the lake. Very cool.
So now we have until the Equinox to regroup and prepare for the next gathering. I hope you'll all be there!
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Corn pudding sounds delightful- I'll have to try it out sometime. From what you said, it looks like you had plenty of good eats to snack on. I'm afraid Chris would 'Whup my butt' hands down and I wouldn't be much good at aiming horseshoes- but Troy might make a formidible opponent! Your fishing tale was pretty funny. Mack sounds like quite a fishing buddy (those lures flying through the air make for an exciting time I'm sure). I'm glad you had a great celebration- Count us in on one of the next ones! What a great blogworthy post- yippee, you did it! Oh, and my Dad would share in your joy at a new head mounted- that sounds like his kind of present!
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