Back on the Whitefish Chain

We left gloomy St. Paul on Tuesday morning and headed north. Who knew it would take a full hour to drive from St. Michael to St. Cloud? We heard on the news last night that locals don't use 94W for that usually short hop north, in fact, Michele Bachmann visited with Gov. Dayton yesterday to discuss the widening part of that bottlenecked section of I94.

Still, we checked into Manhattan Beach Lodge around 2:00 p.m. and had soon launched the boat at the public launch not far from the resort. Since my fake knee is older than Bob's by 6 months, I got the job of climbing into the boat from the trailer at the launch. I've done this only once or twice (in 30 years!) but I was able to get in easily and with confidence. I was lacking competence in the basic skills required, however, and I mean basic -- like unsnapping the bow cover.

My driving has improved so much that I wasn't terrified by the drive back to the resort to park the vehicle and trailer, or, rather, position the vehicle so the trailer could be parked. We enjoyed a beautiful afternoon on the Whitefish Chain, much sunnier than the overcast skies we had left at home.

The only challenge was getting out of the boat. For me, it was easier than in years past because I finally have two stable knees for the first time in 50+ years. However, the docks at the resort are shaky and, in my opinion, dangerously unstable. Bob was very hesitant and somewhat afraid of getting up on the dock. Fortunately, someone came along to help and Bob was, in fact, able to figure out his exit.

It was all very unnerving. This morning, I checked all the docks for stability by rocking each one gently and almost ended up in the drink myself. I set off a scary wave motion and ended up bending over to stabilize myself with my hands. An image of Nik Wallenda came into my head and I started feeling dizzy. Fortunately, I got my wits about me and was able to walk upright to the shore without totally disgracing myself.