Wednesday July 4, 2012
Midweek holidays are a tricky thing because you con yourself into thinking the whole day will be spent completing projects that need to get done although once the day off is upon you it’s hard to do anything but take the time off from the daily grind to relax. After spending the night and doing nothing productive except get the dinghy washed we woke up early the next morning to try and give the deck a good scrub down as well before my parents came out to see the boat and us for the last time before we all meet up again in Panama. I should have started at the cockpit and worked my way forward because by the time the phone rang with ‘We’re here!!!‘ I had barely gotten half way and the cockpit was still a mess of smudges and other things I’d rather not find out what they other. Nothing a sport-a-seat thrown over the top couldn’t fix though.
On their last Michigan trip my parents were able to enjoy 90 degree heat at 10:30 am on the deck without any shade from the bimini which still wasn’t up yet. It was nice that we had been able to spend so much time with them while they were in town catching up on everything in life and this last visit was all about us and the trip. Then came the farewells and a few tears from my mom. We assured her that Panama was not that far away and after that would be New Zealand. After tucking them into their rental car and waiving goodbye we went back to Serendip for a long three hour nap since low’s in the 80’s and a down blanked piled on top of you at night do not make for good sleeping weather and we were lagging.
Waking up in the mid afternoon with no finished projects to show for the day we pulled out the bars for the bimini again to make final measurements and cut. Unfortunately the last part could’t be completed because the rivet gun was left at home. By this time though the afternoon heat was becoming unbearable and a swim in the lake was necessary. While wading in the water I started to see familiar race boats making their way out on the water. Crawling back on deck and cracking open a beer I sat tucked under my towel and enjoyed the race from the spectators side.
Having spent most of the day napping or relaxing in the cockpit while watching a regatta we did not get a second wind of energy to do anything productive. Eating potato chips and crackers for dinner we watched the sky begin to grow dark and the fireworks start to emerge. Many people around the shore including the Muskegon Yacht Club had some small ones of their own but I was waiting for the big display. Last year Matt had been out here himself and said there were multiple shows going on every direction you could look. As the last bits of light were leaving the sky the larger fireworks began to come out. Turning your head in every direction you’d see some from the country club up the hill from our mooring, others blazing over the dunes of the state park, and the municipal show being put on in town all the way at the other end of the lake. Swiveling in multiple directions to try and get them all in I finally settled on the ones closest to me at the country club. It was way after my bedtime by the time we left but completely worth staying since next Fourth of July we might be in the South Pacific. Sparklers anyone?