The setting: two girls who desperately wanted to go to the beach...
This was foiled by weather.
It was one of the weirdest summers ever, and by weird I mean cold. I didn't even put our AC in until July. If you left the windows open and had a fan it would be chilly in your room at night. Anyway, i digress.
One of my best friends Angelica and I finally for once both had the same day off during the week by some miracle. So naturally it being summer our first instinct was to go to the beach. However when we looked at the weather it was going to be a steamy 65 in Westerly, RI. Not exactly what I call summer beach weather. We still wanted to hang out of course so I headed down to Plainville to see what kind of shenanigans we could get ourselves into. We settled on taking a blowup raft to the Norton Resivor to float around.
Here were the problems.
We had to blow up the raft before we left and put in one of our cars without squishing it.
We only had ONE oar. (Our other one was a hockey stick)
It was surprisingly windy out.
While it was going to be cold at the beach in good ole Norton Ma it was I. The 80's go figure huh?
Eventually we made our way out to the water to float around and listen to music from when we were 15 and talk about life and whatnot. All was well except for the fact that the wind kept carrying us Into the lillypads and marsh of the Resivor. Eventually we made our way out to the middle and found a stick to attach ourselves to so we could sun bathe without being carried away. About an hour or so went by when we realized that we were slowly deflating.
Now I don't know if you've ever tried to row a deflating raft with one oar and a hockey stick but let me tell you. It is not an easy task! By the time we made it back to shore we were soaked, sun burnt, smelled like marsh, and starving.
We had a wonderful day of adventure that to some would have been a disaster.
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