The last time we visited the United States, we went sailing with Uncle John on Lake James. This time our visit almost perfectly coincided with John's vacation to the Gulf Coast, but we did get one day with him and he took us out onto Lake James again, but this time on his pontoon boat with my parents and grandmother. On the entire ride from the dock to a little cove where John likes to go to bathe, Nora was saying "I want to go in the water! I want the water!" Of course when we finally dropped anchor and people started diving in, her opinion shifted a bit. She had a great little life vest that alleviated all our parental concerns for her safety, but Nora's worries weren't so easily placated. Eventually we got her down onto a float, and then moved her to another float that left her more in the water. Towards the end, she even was brave enough to attempt being in the open water with just her vest and my arms, but she realized quickly that she preferred being in her little float. When it was time to go, she didn't want to get back in the boat. All in all, I think it was a wonderfully successful first lake bathing experience.
Riding out to the cove.
It's a lovely little boat. Just right for 6 or 8 people.
On her float.
John knows how to live. I couldn't stop saying, "Man, this is nice!" I was enjoying myself so much. If I had some disposable income for a boat and a lake nearby, I could definitely see myself spending time out on my boat every week.
Look, Ma, no hands!
Out in the open water.
We had a great time.
Raise your hand if you want to get back in the boat!
Thanks again, John. That was just too much fun. The three hours flew by like it was ten minutes.