Thanks...
It was about 10 AM this morning. Deb and the girls were heading out for Thanksgiving with the family in the south of NH. I had just came home from a night shift at the power plant. No complaints! When you pull that butterball from the oven and the little red thing is sticking out from it's butt, just remember, (think of me thumping my chest) I'm the guy who made it happen!
I was alone. There was frost on the dock and frost on the Misty. "Just had to go!
My course was 180 heading out of Braun Bay into the broads. Rattlesnake was invisible in an advective fog. At 38 knots (sorry NHMP) I headed into it.
As the fog lifted the islands and southern moutains rose from the flat calm Lake. Magestic. At that time I knew that the Great Spirit was smiling on me and the Misty.
I came about and headed home, red hill and the ossipee's were in my view. A treasure.
Bless us our Lord, and these thy gifts....
Misty Blue.
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