Sunday Drive

I remember Sunday drives as a child. My Mom, my brothers and sisters and I would attend church while Daddy bellied up to the bar at the Southern Saloon. He would pick us up after church, we would go home and have a nice Sunday dinner. Afterward, we would sometimes pile into the station wagon and go for a Sunday drive. In the mountains, of course, because that is where we lived. I remember trees, but not much more. I could not see that much out of the back seat. I do remember that we would sometimes check out the trout at the Alleghany Trout Farm. What I remember most is that I like Sunday drives. I'm not sure why, but the notion of a Sunday drive is comforting to me. Now when I go for a Sunday drive, it is on George's 17 foot Windrider Trimarand. We set out from Jessup Beach where George keeps the boat and we let the wind take us away. First, we get the boat ready...

...then we maneuver among these boats

...and we are off!

The great thing about the Trimarand is that we can beach it when we want to take a swim or snorkel.

This Sunday we met a very interesting couple in the water. We enjoyed hearing their story, which included Jib, their champion poodle. This dog is amazing. Check out their website http://www.jibandsuzicope.com/.

The ride home is always into the sunset. The winds are calm and so are we.

The Sunday drives as a child did not last as long as the Sunday drives I take now. I don't remember ever meeting anyone, and never did I have a sense of peace like I have when we return home. We relax in our slice of heaven and watch others go by on their Sunday drive.