When I was young, my Dad, Grandfather, and I would take her out on Sandusky Bay and go fishing. On one trip, I was the only one out of the three of us to catch a single fish. There was a sandbar in the reservoir where we'd anchor to swim and lunch. We would often catch Walleye or Perch.
When I moved from Arizona to Indianapolis, Paul and I drove to the farm and took the sailboat to West Lafayette. The first year we had her, she moored in the garage. It was quite a project to take her out. Hitching to the car, getting the mast up. Oh the mast.
But the following year we became members of the Lafayette Sailing Club. We kept it rigged up in their marina, much easier to get in and out of the water.
We had the little outboard serviced, and would putter around the lake when the wind died, or when I had enough, whichever came first.
But there was nothing like the feeling of being on the water, wind in your hair, sun on your skin......
We had named her "Shady Glenn"
