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We stopped along the shore and took the boat off the truck and carried it to the water. I never did name it. My name is no-boaty. And them about six of us christened it with perhaps champaign and then we took it out all of us in the boat, and rowed around until it began to rain lightly, where we had make for landfall and a ranger was waiting for us.
It was illegal for us to launch other than at the designated boat launch, which we may or may not have seen but said we didn't. He wasn't going to give us a ticket, but he was going to make us stand in the rain while he pontificated at great length whatever came to mind, and we had to take-it standing there getting wet, because he had us until finally he let us go.
With the truck I would take the boat over to San Pablo Dam Reservoir east, where I would go fishing with it but not that often. Probably only used it about a dozen times. It was too much trouble carrying if off the patio and around the house to the street, then putting it together and strapping it on the truck, and then off again at the reservoir and then on again and reverse the whole process.
Maybe I have Viking boat genes. I had always planned in my elderly years to sail it, motor it, row it, paddle it, but alas it is gone now and I had to give it-up to a junk man. Don't junk it ! Give or sell it I implored him. He said it was too much trouble but he would try to save it. Whether he did - I don't and will never know.
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