It's the end of an era - sort of. Terry sold our very old, very delapidated, very special ski boat last weekend, after it has sat in our backyard for several years. He sold it for parts, no less, and we were very excited that someone would actually pay us money for it, instead of us paying them! As Terry loaded it up and left the driveway with it, I said a little prayer thanking God for the memories I had had on that boat - and especially prayed that the tire would not pop off the trailer before Terry made it to the gas station for air.
That boat was my family's for many years. I have skiied many a day behind it and have some very fond memories of those days. The skiing, kneeboarding, trying to barefoot (I did it - for a whopping 2 seconds!!), the tubing at Pickwick where we all ended up black and blue but wouldn't get off for anything, the day of skiing with some of our wedding party the day before our wedding, the vacations at Pickwick with Daddy and his funny orange hat, learning to get up on a wakeboard, the fun with my friends, and especially my family. It's funny how an object can bring about some great memories -- ones that you will never forget.
As the boat left our house for good, I had to take a final picture of it - and pray that the guy who bought it would still want it once he saw it! :)
