Friday, March 30, 2012
A blue norther has been gathering up in Nebraska, the wind cranking it another knot or two, and I’ve come inside just now with thick fingers and wet eyes to think about spring. About my first bold Cobalt trek across an unfrozen lake. About the memories that wait for all of us on our boats, as we go back to the water again.
I’m feeling right now the thump of a Cobalt hole-shot, the middle-of-the-chest certainty that a bunch of Mercruiser power is under some very tight control. I’m resting easy in wrap-around, deep-down comfort and security of the captain’s chair, listening to the squeals of my grandson riding happy portside, his face lifted into the breeze. He is learning the thrill that comes with command, the unmistakable satisfaction of a new boat responding just as directed. His strong suggestion that “we go fast, grandpa” is not to be taken lightly, but our Cobalt — he’s coming to understand — is about performance beyond speed. At nine years of age he can appreciate the trueness of our turns, the ease and smoothness of our cruising.
He, like his elders, loves this boat, because of the way it makes him feel. And not just the exhilaration that our Cobalt brings, not just the visceral stuff, but the quiet times as well, those perfect minutes with the engine off, rocking just a little on waves that invite a nap, him telling one silly story after another. Those good times are coming, I tell myself. But nothing like a Cobalt in the last days of winter to make a kid impatient.
Thanks to John Brown for contributing
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