Riders on the storm


Blowing 20 gusting to thirty today.  A Storm warning in effect.  Similar forecast for tomorrow.  Tomorrow is bookclub.  Location: our place.  All the little boats around the area are leaping and plunging at their lines in anticipation.  The women?  Not so much.  It can get a bit wet and messy out there. Attendance may be down.

Attendance will definitely be wet!

Our neighbour built a dock/wharf/float this summer. The floating part is about 10 feet by 20 or so.  Very substantial.  Strong like bull.  Built mostly of steel, it is more substantial (on scale) than the local BC Ferry.  But he is the fastidious, careful, worrisome type and he has been on tenterhooks since he left it and went home to the city.  “Would you mind looking in on the dock now and then?  Especially on the 15th or 16th of December?  Those are the two days the tide is highest and, with luck there will be a storm.  Maybe a storm surge.  If it rides well then, then it will likely fare OK from then on.”  

So Sal went out with her camera and Fiddich.  Before breakfast.  The two headed over the storm tossed sea.  In her motorized saucer!  She checked it out, bobbed around for a bit, took a few pictures and headed back.  All riders seeming to fare well on this stormy day.

Not quite.

We have a big cedar butt tied up on the beach.  It is the mother of all kindling.  Been wkackin’ at it for awhile now.  Damned if the thing didn’t get away in the storm!  ‘Course, Sal won’t have this!  So, after having made sure our neighbours dock was fine she headed around the corner and saw the cedar making a run for it.  While the wind was a howlin’ and the seas were a jumpin’, she tied a line on the old stump and began to tow it back to the corral in her little boat.

Normally, I can watch over this kind of thing.  And I do.  The bouncing of her boat would have tested the pain threshold on my black and blue butt but, in a pinch, I would head out and rescue or assist (taking a few pillows) in my own boat.  If I didn’t have to, fine.  But I have to watch!  So, with radio in hand and binoculars on my nose, I watch to make sure everyone is OK.  But I can’t see around the corner.

And she seemed to be taking forever.

Sal is pretty independent (an Albatross is semi-independent by comparison) and she does not like me ‘checkin’ on her.  I do anyway but I have to be somewhat discreet.  Gotta give her her space, ya know?

So, I wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

“Yikes, Sal!  Wadda Hell’s going on out there!!?? Can’t see ya!  Ya OK?”

“Yeah.  No worries.  Big ol’ cedar got away.  Jus’ towing it back home.  Gettin’ a bit wet.  Be home soon.  Don’t worry!  I’m turning my radio off now!”

So, I turned mine on and this is what I heard………..

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Kind of fitting, in a high-school kinda way, don’t ya think?

3 thoughts on “Riders on the storm

  1. You once described going down the Skagit River on a cheerio. Or maybe it was the Chilliwack river… nevertheless you were bob, bob, bobbing along flirting with death.


  2. Dave and Sally: when up there this Spring (I hope) I am going to drag out some Cedar logs for you!!

    Glad to learn that Roger’s dock is fine — this bodes well for my up and coming project.

    Card sent out a couple of days ago. Not sure if the PO Box was correct, but Sally will see it anyway.



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