Rain, Snow, Wind, Brrrrrr!
The lake yesterday looked like this. At an elevation of 1,326 snow doesn't usually fall. At higher elevations snow falls and it sticks. Take the tiptop of Shasta Bally here. You'll have to click on the photo to get a closer look. 6,175 feet. Snow, enough of it to last until Spring.
There was a wind blowing across the dock as I walked down it to check on Sparkle Plenty. As I walked the dock I saw that the Old Salt of the Marina, Michael, had taken his boat from its home on a buoy and tied her to a slip just down from SP. The mast of his boat had been taken down and it rested on the stern and the bow pulpit. No easy task dropping the mast.
Mike was busy on board replacing the electrical wire to the lights on the mast. The wires run on the inside of the mast making it necessary to drop it to make repairs. The mast lights on SP are not working and I suspect that the deck plug connecting the inner mast wiring to the electrical panel inside the boat is the cause. A sunny day, a new plug and receptical along with a dose of patience should be enough to remedy the problem.
Mike likes to talk. Talk. Talk. Marina Bob likes to talk, talk and more talk. I don't know how they get anything done with all of their talk. Then there's the new guy who just bought half interest in an older but beautiful 30' sailboat just down the dock. Just call me Den, he says. What the hell is a Den? Den Mother? Den there, done that? Anyway, yet another guy who likes to talk. And talk. And talk.
Me? When at the lake I go for the peace, the quiet and the sounds of nature. You can't beat fresh air and sunshine all the while cleaning, fixing and tinkering with SP. Bob is a man of few words but when he speaks . . . you'd better listen. Or at least so the story goes. Wonder who made that one up?