All At Sea

This past Monday night Jordan and I found ourselves in a state of overwhelming boredom. As we brainstormed what we could possibly do in a town that shuts down around 7:30pm on average we were struck with the brilliant idea, "Let's find a boat!". After a lucky phone call in which my brother hesitantly agreed to lend us his two person, blow-up "Explorer", we were off on the adventure of a lifetime. In an effort to try and transport the floatation device, we anchored it on the roof of my tiny red car with two cables coming through the passenger and driver's windows. It was a less than admirable/llegal means of carrying the lightweighted "Explorer" which my brother clearly voiced with his stare of concern/ disbelief as we drove away. Not to fear Bran-muffin (or in other words, my brother), 30km/hr did us and the "Explorer" just fine. We carried our new vessel all the way down the Fred Gingell stairs eager to start our voyage at sea. Though the water was slightly choppy, we launched with ease and began to aimlessly paddle around the ocean as the sun set on horizon. As we noted the reality that one simple prick and the "Explorer" would deflate like a bouncy castle struck by an over-eager donut eater, we became aware that our inflatable of fun was less reliable than we had previously daydreamed about. Fortunatly the little orange ocean conquerer pulled through and we remained dry. It was no "Pirates of the Caribbean" type of adventure but it was still a very welcomed alternative to the regular movie watching Tsawwassen nights.