Launch day + 1

Launch day + 1.
It’s Memorial Day weekend and LHC is a major holiday destination for lovers of sun and boating. By 9 AM there were already thousands of boats on the lake, many vying for the prime parking spots along both sides of the channel. The channel was dug so London Bridge would have something to bridge; it’s about a mile long and has nice parks, hotels, restaurants and sidewalks on both sides. The boats, many of them ‘cigarette’ style boats boasting 750+ horsepower, park side by side along both sides of the channel where they can access the onshore services, rest rooms, shade trees, and where they can see and be seen.

Trish and I speculate that the main reason for having one of these loud overpowered expensive boats is to offset having a diminutive penis. Of course, there are plenty of practical reasons, ya gotta have something to haul your beer cooler, lawn chairs and barbie to the park for cripes sakes. So, hundreds of boats are parked shoulder to shoulder, radios blaring, motors revving, young studs in swim trunks and women in bikinis posturing. Now, add a constant stream of boats through the channel and two constant streams of people strolling back and forth on the bordering sidewalks, and you got the picture. It’s draggin’ Broadway, LHC style.

It’s not entirely a mating ritual though; there are plenty of families in the mix. And there are many folks who just stop by for awhile to enjoy the spectacle and hoist a brewski. That includes Trish and me occasionally - cheap entertainment and some of the passing scenery is quite spectacular. “Holy crap, look at the ____on that one!” Insert word of choice in the blank, it’s all there: tattoos, muscles, and paint jobs, boobs, butts and beer bellies.

It’s our last day of trip prep, still much to do and I better get to it.