Now I have a chauffer. Frank rows me out to my boat on his way to his boat and picks me up on the way back. Between the two of us we have two boats, and one tender with oars, the one he sold to me. His canoe is too tippy to serve as a tender without an out haul. Hopefully we’ll get an outboard sometime soon. Frank’s boat is right under the giant golf ball on the tee, and mine is straight out from the Johnson Street pier. I can see him rowing between his boat and mine, although by the time he gets to his boat he’s about the size of a speck.
Getting in and out of the little dinghy is always a bit problematic. It’s important to step into the center while holding on to the big boat. When I step into the center it helps to have the foot facing in the direction I’m going to be sitting. I sit facing Frank so I can see where we’re going without turning my head around. Also after I’ve taken that crucial step and let go of the big boat, I need to get my other foot into the center and get my center of gravity down at about the same time as quickly as I can. I need to keep the center of gravity low. That’s important.
