Always a sad time of the year, but yesterday, we took the boat out of the water.
We were greatly disappointed that we weren't able to get out any more often after we returned from the Missouri Route 66 Motor Tour in mid-September. Almost a month, and only about six days good enough to go out. It was either raining, threatening to rain, or too cold.
Yesterday was cool with a brisk wind making it worse, but we cruised over to McDonald's for one last time and had those delicious new Black Angus Third Pounders.
I had left the truck and trailer at the American Legion, then we drove over to Rick's to get the boat. Liz did an excellent job running the boat up on the trailer, but we had problems getting the hook put on the boat to crank it up. (I did not want to get my feet wet in that C-O-L-D water.)
ON DRY LAND
We off-loaded the stuff from the boat and were amazed not to find a single zebra mussel. Last year, the whole hull was covered with the little varmints as was just about everything in the channel. I can live with that.
Towed it over to Midwest Marine and dropped it off to be winterized, have the hull cleaned (muriatic acid, another thing I don't like to mess with), and oil changed.
Went to the Sandbar and enjoyed a $4 pitcher of beer (how do you beat that anymore?) and talked with Bill and Jack, both of whom have worked on the boats in the past. Then, we had to pick up Liz's car at Rick's and we stopped at the Legion for a few more.
Hopefully tomorrow the boat will be ready and we'll take it out to the barn in Hebron and put it up for the year.
This finishes our 25th year of boating. The Bayliner is our third boat.
If It Had to Be a Last Time, This Wasn't Too Bad. --RoadDog
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