Opening up a cottage for the season is a HUGE undertaking. It's no surprise to me now, that they wanted & appreciated even, having so many people & hands, to do this, thing. But now, the "Goeby Cottage" is officially opened!
It was a real cluster-f*#k trying to get out of here on Friday. Leighann, in the middle of it all, decides, she'll just stay home with the dog. And then, the "Cluster-List" just began to get longer.
So I traveled up to the Muskoka's with Donnie & his son & his son's friend. Don's wife would be a few hours behind us, with their youngest daughter & their small dog, Radar. Named so because, according to Don, it can hone right in, on the smelliest, ugliest, messiest pile of shmegma, anywhere, and then role in it.
Donnie's truck was towing 2 jet-skis. The bed was filled with, everything everyone would require, for exactly, 2 nights & 2 days. The four of us were in the extenda-cab, of course. Getting there was a two hour journey of two twelve year old boys, describing in precise detail, just how hungry they were. Descriptions included, children from other countries to fainting spells & wobbly-leg syndrome. Finally, we pulled over in Gravenhurst & ordered 4 medium pizzas. One pie each. The remaining 15 minute trip to the lake was, somewhat, much quieter.
At the lakes public boat launch closest to the island where Donnie's sister & husband have their cottage, we proceeded to unload the contents of the truck's bed & then back in to launch the 2 jet-skis. And this is where the "weekend-of-fun", really began. Donnie, had forgotten to pack life preservers & floatation devices.
It wasn't, really, too big of a deal. The sisters cottage was/is, just across the channel. You can see the cottages boat dock from the launch. But it is the first Friday after the long weekend & the O.P.P. (Ontario Provincial Police) have big binoculars & very fast boats. All though they wouldn't be near capable of catching us riding single, on either one of these jet-skis, in an normal situation, we still can't risk riding two twelve year old boys across, that short distance, without proper life jackets on them. That is, out of the equation, totally. Plus, we have everything, everyone will require, for 2 nights & 2 days. So Donnie comes up with an idea...
He'll just putt-putt-putt across to his sisters dock (they are not up here yet, we are the first to arrive) on one of the skis, jimmy the lock on the boat docks storage locker, get several (four) life jackets, and then bring their Moomba ski boat back for the rest of us & our gear. No problem. And it wasn't. That worked out quite well in fact. He did so, returned with the boat, took the boys & the gear, and I took the other ski across. Home (cottage) free!
It was shortly after that though. Dons wife & daughter arrived earlier than expected, with their shit seeking missile, Radar, and they were now all at the launch wanting to be picked up. So, while I'm on the deck enjoying a bubbling hot beer, because we all forgot to get ice, Donnie gets back into the Moomba ski boat to go get the other half of his family, and the boat won't start, because he left the bilge pump on & now the battery is dead...We need another plan...quick...
The Goeby's (Donnie's sister & husband), have all the toys. If it's suitable to cottaging in the Muskokas, they have it. A 30 some odd foot long pontoon boat with full coverings, that seats a dozen people. Moomba ski boat with a 351 high output Ford inboard & every ski imaginable. 16 foot aluminum fishing boat with a 9.9 h.p. for the kids. Some kind of miniature row boat for two people, that's only 5 foot long & almost just as wide at the beam. Canoes, kayaks, the list goes on. If it's an expensive water toy, and one of the other islanders has one, they have one too. But we still need some kind of a plan, to now go & rescue his wife, daughter & dog, from the other side of the channel.
"I know!" he says. "I'll tie the aluminum boat to the jet ski, and you sit in it while I tow you across" The 9.9 hadn't arrived yet. This motor was in the marina for repairs, along with the pontoon boats motor, and no one had gone to get them, yet. This is, after all, opening weekend.
"That's a GREAT idea" I says back. "Welcome to the Grisswalds Cottage Vacation. The only thing missing now, is Randy Quaid smoking a cigar while wearing his old lady's house coat & emptying his RVs sewage holding tank into the lake". And that is exactly what it looked like. I wish I had had the camera at that time. Me in full camouflage gear, sitting in an aluminum boat while being towed by Donnie on the jet ski, to go get the rest of his crew. What a site.
And it didn't stop there either. His sister & brother-in-law, arrived about 20 minutes later. They had to be rescued & towed across as well
I knew Donnie couldn't do it. That he wouldn't be capable of coming up with a lame story for his sister & her husband such as; "We got here & the battery was already dead". Even though that was his plan. But I knew he wouldn't be capable of doing it...So he just confessed his errors & then we drank some beer & 2 minutes later everyone was laughing & joking & it turned out to be a GREAT WEEKEND!
Leighann showed up the next day, with my best buddy, Stanley. The sun never showed itself, not once, until we had to leave on Sunday afternoon. Go figure...
So I'm off to the acreage today. We parked our vehicle at Donnie's place on the Misquazibbi River & brought back one of his trucks & a trailer with his quad-bike on it. I'm going to load up my bike in a few minutes. But there's no rush.
Leighann needs to drive into Lindsay first & we need to wait for her to get back so she can watch his daughter. He (Don), won't even be here until late morning probably. He is not an early riser.
But I would like to get there as soon as we can. It's been several weeks since my last visit there, with Wilderness Return guy, when we videoed the Cougar tracks in the snow in front of my tent.
There has been a couple of VERY windy storms blow through since. I'm sort of anxious to see if everything has survived or if I'm going to be locating tarps, tents & sleeping bags, all across thousands of acres of wilderness...
We still have a ton of work ahead of us, here & at Donnie's house in town, before I can spend any real time at the acreage, but it does look as though that time may arrive sooner, than later. Thank goodness too. I need this. To be out there, soon. Life is good...