Sailing For Seniors

Another great outing for us temple missionaries. This time it was "Sailing for Seniors Day".  A very generous couple, the Tates, offered their facilities, including a nice sailboat...and two other sailboats belonging to their friends.

Getting ready for a fun day.

More getting ready: applying plenty of sunscreen

I had Mary, upper left, apply sunscreen to the back of my neck.  The next day the front of my neck was bright red, but the back of my neck was normal.  Where it transitioned from red to normal was in the shape of three fingers.  It looked so attractive (sarc) in the temple, especially showing more prominently against my white temple top. I wish I had taken a picture.

Your dad wanted to go in the more adventurous boat. I didn't.  So we split up. He went on the smaller eight-person boat, and I went on the larger, more stable boat.

Your dad's scary boat.

Little Rover was whining, begging to be taken along for the ride.

On the water, I thought, "What's the big deal?  There's nothing so adventurous about THAT boat."

And then the wind picked up. Your dad said Sister Cannon was screaming like a little kid.  It does look a bit like it may capsize any minute.

Meanwhile, back on the larger, more stable boat that I chose to be on.

Sister Lovell, holding onto her hat.

Sister Quintana, reenacting  a scene from "Titanic", only traveling backwards.

Proof that I really was on a sail boat:

What a beautiful sight

Coming back to shore, we passed this mother bird and nest of babies.  She didn't like us coming so close to her family, so she  flapped her wings to scare us away.  What a courageous, brave, mother.

She relaxed, after having succeeded in getting rid of us.

Coming back to the dock,

We were again met by little whining Rover, who was still angling for a ride.

Next, lunch of live crabs boiled to perfection. Yum!

NOT!  NO HOW, NO WHERE, NOT EVEN! Especially when this is what the eating scene looked like:

Not too bad, yet!

But it got worse....

.,,,,and worse...

....and worse!

Until it ended up looking and smelling totally gross and disgusting!

Notice there is no sign of your dad or me at this table.  We went poolside and had a lovely and civilized lunch of hamburgers, salads, and dessert.

Another great day in the life of  "hard-working, serious-minded, dedicated temple missionaries". (Which, by the way, we are except on Mondays.)