Day 3 of our vacation was a day on a boat! How exciting! We woke early and got all our stuff together ready for the day ahead. We had the drink, a cool box filled with ice, crisps, DS’s, towels, swimming shorts, cameras, driving licence, sun glasses and kindle. What else do you need for a day on the lake? Other than a boat. We went down to the boatyard, picked up our life jackets and had 5 minutes of instructions on how to start it, drive it, stop it exploding when refueling, empty the bilge, fasten the tube, avoid driftwood and other stuff that didn’t really sink in!
Lake Chelan is just over 55 miles long and we probably made it about a third of the way along across the day. Once we’d gone a little way up, and past the likes of Manson, we decided it was time to try the out the tube. I thought I’d have a go first. I shouldn’t have. I don’t think I am a water baby! As it eventually turned out, later in the day, the bit being dragged along behind a speeding boat holding onto a rubber tube is actually really easy. The bit getting into the tube is not so easy. In fact it’s almost impossible – for me. After belly flopping into the lake I swam over to the tube and tried to haul myself in. I couldn’t. I had another go and pulled the tube over on top of me. Under the water I went again. Oh dear. The life jacket which was helpfully keeping me afloat was, at the same time trying to climb off over my head. It was clearly embarrassed about the whole situation it was involved in. Never mind. I looked to the boat for encouragement and saw Tracy bent double having hysterics. At this point I decided that it would be much easier to get in the tube from off of the boat. I swam over, climbed the ladder and attempted to climb into the middle of the tube. One foot went into the middle, one foot stayed on the boat. The tube then started going one way and the boat the other. It wasn’t pretty. But apparently it was very funny.
I got fed up with the tube and decided not to bother! We moved the boat a bit further up the lake – just in case it was that particular piece of water that was the problem, rather than my flooping about like a floopy thing. After stopping the boat again Tracy decided to take a swim and clearly she is a lot more graceful (and fish like) than me:
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After the short swim Tracy decided that she was going to try the tube. Fortunately the water was much less choppy here, the under currents a lot weaker, the driftwood wasn’t crashing in to her and the giant salmon few and far between. I’m not saying it was an easier set of conditions for Tracy to work with, I’m just highlighting a few differences!
Anyway, Tracy put me to shame and was in the tube within a couple of minutes and only a handful of squeals! And then we were off:
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Basking in the glory of tubing success, Tracy asked Harry to join her on the tube. Although a little reluctant Harry plucked up the courage and climbed on board. With considerably more ease than his Dad. With them both settled in the tube, we were off again:
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Now just at the end of that short clip you may have heard a cry along the lines of “stop the boat” and a bit of a squeal from Tracy. Maybe tubing wasn’t meant to be! Once the tears, coughing, shock and laughter from Toby had subsided the analysis began, including, “Mummy pushed me off”. “No I didn’t”. Anyway, similar to the snorkel incident a couple of days earlier, Harry wasn’t going tubing again! Although to be fair he did sit in it a couple of times a bob about.
I suppose I should point out that despite how it sounds, we were having a lovely time! The sun was hot, the lake was beautifully clear, and, the temperature of it didn’t cause any of us to reference Jesus Christ on the way in. As we all relaxed again and continued up the lake, the first wine bottle was opened at about 11:15am. I’ve no doubt the early start was due to the relaxing nature of the day rather than the stress of it.
After bobbing about for a bit Tracy suggested that I try the tube again. I’m sure this suggestion was made because she was sure I would enjoy it rather than anticipating more ridiculous escapades from me trying to get into it. So, with a change of life jacket and a wary step, I lowered myself across and into the middle of the tube. Hurrah! The technique is to lie across the top of the tube, holding onto the handles and letting your legs hang over the water at the back. Trouble is my legs were now stuck in the middle of the tube and I couldn’t get them to hang over the back for fear of falling out and having to start all over again. But with a bit of a wiggle and plenty of encouraging laughter from the boat I managed it and we were good to go. I clung on and hoped to god it was worth all this hassle!
Tracy steered the boat and increased speed. We went fast and slow, turned corners, bounced around in the wake, I knelt up, waved to the boys and generally turned into a tubing expert! Unbeknown to me as I enjoyed myself on the tube, Tracy was busy driving, trying to calm Toby down who was crying because we were going to fast with Daddy on the back and helping Harry wee into an empty wine bottle because he was bursting! God job I wasn’t on the boat with Tracy on the tube – it would have been a disaster!
Having moments earlier been an expert tuber, it suddenly all went wrong! My arms were beginning to ache and my body slipped a bit further back over the tube. The waves from the boat were starting to pound against my private areas and it hurt! Tracy looked back and checked I was still there, I shouted to her to slow down – forgetting that we had pre-arranged hand signals to communicate slow down, speed up and stop. The boat kept going. The water kept smashing into me and it was really starting to hurt! Tracy looked round again. I shouted “ssttttooooopppppp”. The boat carried on. At this point my shorts started falling down, (could this get any worse?!) and so I gave up and let go of the tube, hoping that someone on the boat would notice. I’m assuming someone did because once i’d finished cartwheeling through the water with my shorts round my ankles my head popped out from under the water and I saw the boat coming back towards me! I hooked my shorts on and swam over to the boat. Wow. Tubing was fun!
After lounging around in the sun drying off we started going back down the lake again. Harry and Toby took it in turns to drive the boat, which they both enjoyed:
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The rest of the afternoon was spent swimming, bobbing about, tubing and asking random swimmers to come on board and start the boat when it wouldn’t and was on the verge of crashing. Oh what fun we had. Harry filled up about 6 mini wine bottles worth of wee – check the photo’s out carefully! Toby refused to go on the tube – the only sensible one amongst us – but he did go for a swim in the lake at Willow Point. Tracy laughed herself silly at her ridiculous husband and I had a brilliant time.
I think I’d like a boat!
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