Needed to pop into the hospital for some tests….hate that……go in healthy, come out sick….is the way I see it. Or, worse, you don’t come out at all! Hospitals are the shopping malls for bespoke diseases in my opinion. But, anyway….storm warnings all day long. Everybody stay hunkered down! Meetings cancelled, visitors stay home. The ferry runs 1/3 full.
But we have stuff to do! First thing is that I may have sold my ‘parts’ bike, the 1976 Honda XL. Secondly, the guy wanted to have a look at that damn clutch that isn’t working on the other bike….so, I reassembled them both and wheeled them across the deck to the upper funicular. Carefully putting a 300 pound bike in a stepped, two-level cart perched high on a hill doesn’t always go well. This time it did. I should have waited for Sal but she was at quilting. Got it down to the lower deck but simply could not get it off on my own. So, then I waited.
Sal came back early and helped. We half-lifted it down a ramp-from-the-cart and rolled it to the second lower cart. I got the bike on to the cart, Sal went to get her boat. I lowered the cart into the water and when Sal was alongside, wheeled it onto her little 11 foot skateboard. The bike is almost 8 feet long. Top heavy on that boat.
We propped it standing and off she went – looking between the rear spokes to see where she was going. Seas flat, dead calm until some Trumpy went screaming right by her to get a look. The boat rocked, the bike moved, the props fell out and so she used her strong left arm to keep it standing til the waves passed and then she replaced the prop.
I went ahead in my boat, got the truck, went to the beach, placed the back luggage carrier into the tow-hitch and got ready for her arrival. She came in too fast, hit a rock, the boat rocked hard, the prop fell out, the bike began to fall. Sal threw herself between the bike and the edge of the boat and was pinned – half in, half-out. Inches from the water. One leg soaked. One leg pinned. Bike was good.
We eventually got her sorted and the bike off the boat and onto the beach. Then we pushed it up to the car and mounted it onto the carrier. That was hard. Then we drove it up the hill with the car and off-loaded it and into the trailer we have at the top.
Then we went back for bike #2. Repeat.
By the time we were done, it had taken hours and we were tired so we went home and, the next day, left for the city (Campbell River). First we attached the trailer to the Pathfinder. Then we drove down the logging road. Damn logging trucks needed passing. Sometimes that can get dicey. But we got there, found the guy and unloaded the bikes. Then we went about doing our other chores. Another town day so soon on the heels of the last one usually makes it a light trip but we got the truck loaded somehow. Stayed at a B&B that night.
Next day. Tests. Everyone in the hospital talking about the BIG storm coming. So, we decided to cut this trip short and make a bee-line home. Maybe beat the worst of it. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, sweetie, I bought an old treadle sewing machine. We gotta pick it up on our way home.”
And, so we did that.
Now we are packed. Plywood on the roof, machine on the carrier and the interior stuffed full of crap.
Got back to the boat. Sky was like lead. Air was even heavy. Waters calm, tho. Felt like impending doom. Got home. Unloaded everything in five minutes onto the BRILLIANT lower funicular and went to tie the boat up. Then we did our re-stocking of the home with the new crap jammed onto the old crap and we now have enough crap to keep busy til the end of time.
“So, what exactly do you DO all day all alone out there, anyway?”
“Nothing much. At our age, things can get a little dangerous. Gardening mostly. You know… and Netflix, reading, turning the compost…..couple glasses of wine. That kind of thing.”
“Sounds nice, but I would be bored. I need the city. It’s the excitement, ya know? Starbucks and all?”