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Location: Metro Detroit, Michigan
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Many years ago, I was sailing on Lake Michigan on my old Venture 222 with some friends. The names have been changed for this story.
Jane goes down below to do something and her husband, Dick follows. Dick calls me to the companionway and whispers "How do I close this thing up, we want to f***". I figure he's yanking my chain but point to the fiberglass insert for the companionway. So he closes it and my other friend, who's at the helm asks "what's up?". I lean over and tell him what Dick said. He laughs, also thinking it's just a joke.
Well, soon enough we hear this steady thumping sound vibrating through the boat. Dick is one of those large, bearded, motorcycle riding types and my little Venture 222 only weighed 1800 lbs. About this time, Dick and Jane's nine year old daughter turns around and asks "Where's mommy and daddy?" Well, we're already trying very hard to contain our giggles. My friend at the helm finally said, "They're down below talking" to which she replied, "Ohhhh, I know what they're doing".
Those grand fresh-water seas of ours - Erie, and Ontario, and Huron, and Superior, and Michigan, - possess an ocean-like expansiveness...They contain round archipelagoes of romantic isles...they have heard the fleet thunderings of naval victories...they know what shipwrecks are, for out of sight of land, however inland, they have drowned full many a midnight ship with all its shrieking crew. --from Moby Dick