Town Night

It’s basketball night in the Pelican school gym, so we’re making an evening trip to town. On our beach at Sunnyside, we make dinner early, pack whatever shoes we have that aren’t boots. We pull the outhaul in, load the boat, hand-over-hand the outhaul line to reach water deep enough to lower the motor. Six people huddled in a skiff, we cross the cove and round the point to Pelican and the harbor.

We double the attendance of open gym night. We strip off rain gear, leave boots in the hallway. I pull on my orienteering shoes (totally inappropriate cleats). Grabbing a basketball out of the hamper, I jog around…