A few years back, I flew out to California and lived on a houseboat in Lake Shasta, with my two brothers.
We made two stops on the way to the lake. One at a grocery store, where we stocked up on every imaginable good food item we could possibly use.
The other was at a liquor store where my brothers bought copious quantities of a beer called "Corona", and a lot of hard liquor and mixers.
Then we drove on up to the lake, and signed for the houseboat we had reserved. The marina was really nice, worlds above anything similar we have in Georgia.
The houseboat was pretty big. It was designed to sleep twelve people, but we wanted one where we could go way up to the end of the lake and not have to come back for a week.
The boat ran off diesel, and had a deep cycle battery electric system that was charged by the motor. When you shut the diesel down, if the power got low, there was a propane powered generator on the stern that would keep the lights on and recharge the batteries. There were three bedrooms ,two baths, and a full kitchen. On the bow there was a grill, and you could cook out there or on the range in the kitchen.
Operating the boat was a cinch. The controls were very basic and very responsive. Everything to do with the steering and the power system was run from this small console.
My youngest brother brought a skiff he owned, and we just tired it to the stern of the houseboat. We used it as a "runabout" so we didn't have to chug along in the houseboat everytime we wanted to go ashore.
We went way down to the end of the lake, where there were not many people. At night, we would tie up to the shore, build a fire, and just relax.
I think the evenings and mornings were the most peaceful times of the day. The "day trippers" were all gone and the lake was pretty empty. There are no homes or cabins along the shores of the lake, or at least, there weren't then. It was about as secluded as you can get.
I've certainly been on a lot of "get away" trips, we used to do these about every other year before all of us got too old. But this was the best. From time to time, I talk to my wife about buying a houseboat, and taking it to Lake Burton. It wouldn't be as hard to take care of as this house and the outbuildings are. But she'll never agree to do that. It will have to remain an alternate reality.
Back in the real world, I've stopped listening to all the politicans trying to climb on board the Liberal "hate train." Mealy mouthed liars.
The really sad thing about all this, is that the good guys don't always win.\
"But some there were, who resisted"
Our little spring is just pumping out the water. My wife thinks it has never run this hard before, and we have a stream going down the mountainside to the big creek, where we usually just have a creek.
It's cooler but not cold. We have a fire going because my wife is watching "Murder on the Orient Express" on pay per view, and likes to have a fire in the living room when she watches television.
I watched the first half hour, but I was so aggravate by all the changes they made to create a "politically correct " version of the book that I just quit. It would be ludicrous if it wasn't so disgusting.
So, today with the rain thundering down, I'm just staying inside. I don't have anything in particular I need to do anyway.
In the good books category, I read this one:
It was a strange book. I was in the Marines from 1971 through 1986. Some things haven't changed, but apparently others are very much different. Or maybe, it was because Buzzell was in the Army. I'm not sure. Some of the things he discusses in the book would never have happened in the Marine Corps. Not bad things, just "cultural" issues.
The aspect of the book that caught my interest is that it is largely about "blogging." Buzzell stumbled into blogging when he was deployed to Iraq, and almost by accident his blog because a smash hit. He was interviewed by big media, and articles were written about his blog in the national press.
Which led to some interesting events back in Iraq. The military didn't quite know how to handle blogging from an OPSEC angle.
He wrote two other books, which I haven't read. These chronicle events once he got back to the states and was discharged. I have a feeling that life did not work out very well for him back in the world, just from the titles.
Thought for the Day:
Harry's blog theme song for today:
I was in High School when this tape was made. (1965)