106 Degrees

They're predicting triple digit temps in Cowtown and on the lake for the next couple of weeks. High temps translates into little or no wind and much too hot to be on the lake in a sailboat. Or on any other boat unless you're in the water.

Here's our baby moored at the marina. She's the boat right by the woman and man on the dock. If you click on the picture you'll see that the guy is checking out our boat. She's one of the largest, cleanest, most well equipped sailboat on the lake and worth the time to check out.

I check on her every couple of days or so. See that the lines are tight and secure. Clean off the bird poop off of the poop deck (now you know what it's called that . . . perfect place for birds to poop and they do). Go below. If it's not too hot read or crank up the boat's stereo system. Talk to other sailors who have come to check on their boats. There's always something to do, see or talk with.

The boat is moored in 38 feet of water. She draws, according to her specs, 3 1/2 feet but I suspect it's closer to a little over 4 and probably 5. Surprisingly, the lake in certain areas is but 8 feet deep . .. and that's in the middle of the lake! In other areas it is as deep as 100 feet or more.

I figure that if it gets too shallow the boat will come to a screeching halt and I'll have to figure out how to free her from whatever she's gone aground on. No big deal. Pop another beer. Stand at the helm, scan the horizon like I know what I'm doing and act like I go aground all the time.

It's a man thing. Kind of like getting lost in the big city and knowing that you don't need no fucking road map and no need to ask anyone for directions in order to find your way. I love it when that happens.

Nothing like boiling testosterone to bring Bob man bliss. Grrrrrrr.....

It's early. Time to shower. Shave. Eat a heaping bowl of oatmeal like a good boy. And then head out to the lake.

It's gonna be another great day in Cowtown.