Unavoidable Parenting

Last night, before the "marine push" came in, we were anchored in Port Madison (again). It was hot - even sultry - felt like the midwest. Then, all at once, the clouds appeared overhead, and the wind kicked up to 20 knots. Two boats in our anchorage drug anchor.

I had passed Ken and Erica on my way home, trailering Firecracker to the boat launch, so I knew they were out on the water.

I called them (parents can't help this). When Erica answered the phone, the very first thing she said wasn't "Hello!" Instead, it was "We're out - already on the trailer!"

Whew.

Unavoidable Parenting