The temperature was finally up to a balmy 45 degrees after the snow event so off to the boat we went. Freezing temps had kept the snow and ice hanging around but we needed to get back to work. We stowed provisions, got the heaters fired up and Monty jumped back into one of his ongoing projects. I didn’t have anything pressing to do so I headed up to take a closer look at the deck. There was still about six inches of snow lying along the shady port side.
The wheels begin to turn. If I could find something to use for a shovel I could throw the frozen mess overboard. So with that in mind I began my search of South Star to find a tool that would stand up to the task. My new, shiny orange Teflon Spatula did get my attention when I ran across it giving me an idea.
It was off to the club house for me. Surely there would be an old one stuffed in a drawer somewhere just begging to be used. I could borrow it, remove said snow, and return it, all before it was even missed. So goes the plan. Simple!
Sure enough, my search led me to that very item. With prize in hand, I trudged back to the boat eager to begin my task. Now up to this point Monty had no idea what I was doing, though it quickly became self-evident as I set about digging and scraping the snow from the deck. As he stood in the cockpit he shook his head (maybe rolled his eyes a little) and told me quite plainly that this would end badly. He went on to explain that the ice was too thick and the spatula was way too small.
I think some small part of my brain got it. I understood all that he said but I was on a mission and (this time) I would just have to prove him wrong.
Silly me, what was I thinking? Dog gone its tuff when he’s always right. That poor spatula was too small and the ice was too thick. Not to mention I was a little over zealous with my cleaning. My frozen fingers didn’t seem to know the difference between tossing snow overboard and a pilfered spatula. Imagine my surprise as I watched my digging tool hit the water and sink slowly into the briny deep.
Yes, he told me so and consequences are being paid. I’m spending my weekend in search of the perfect replacement.