Had a weird dream last weekend. More of nightmare really. It involved "putting in the dock". Every year my father-in-law and I put in the dock at the cabin. I don't know what is worse: the dock is comprised of a million separate pieces, all heavy as well; and of course the water is cold, cold, cold. The air temp is usually great - it being Memorial Day or thereabouts, but the water still remembers the ice.
My colleagues also complain about "putting in the dock". They lament how cold it is too. Except - and get this - they where waders! Hah! wimps. Jake and I never wear waders - we might where water shoes as the rocks are especially pointy when you are holding up a hundred pounds of old dock. But waders - Hah!
Last year - or was it the year before - when I stepped into the water I had to wait about 20 seconds for the nausea to pass. It was so cold I got dizzy and almost threw up. But the feeling quickly passed, the legs numbed sufficiently, and the dock was installed in no time.
Oh yeah - - the dream.
Jake insisted on putting in the dock. I objected as usual - but I had a good reason: there was still snow on the ground, and the ice had not "gone out" as we say up here in the Northland. Still, we had to go through with it. Actually it wasn't that bad. We probably stayed warmer than usual since all we had to do was lay the dock pieces down on the ice. Jake's theory was that as the ice melted, the dock would just "settle" into place. It would be the easiest install ever.
As the days went by the ice did break, but the dock did not settle. In fact, the dock began floating away. Jake insisted we swim after it - but I declined since there were still patches of ice bobbing on the lake. Luckily sis-in-law Amy was visiting and had her surfing web suit. She donned the suit and quickly swam to the rescue. - - Then I woke up.