Hey Melissa, that was real purty and to the point. My wife and I love
to just go to the lake, and bob around. No place in particular to go,
just lose yourself in the moment of water and clouds, and a big sky.
Usually after work, and we watch the sun set. It is just too easy to
get caught up in our concrete/asphalt/steel/smoggy rushing world, and
it is very refreshing to step back, and realize that there is so much
more to life.

I first fell in love with boats, when as a ladd, I was allowed by my
parents to go on a sailboat down at Galveston. We never got so far away
that we could not see the dock. But when you get hooked, your a goner.
Before that, I would go to the amusement park, where we could ride the
little boats that go around in circles. You could ride for along time
with a hand full of tickets. My folks would try to get me to ride other
rides, but I was quite content going around in circles. So when I got
to go out on the big sail boat (maybe 15 ft) I think I died and went to
heaven.

Somewhere along the line I saw in a Popular Mech mag, about the folding
boats, and have wanted one for the last 40 years. Last year I finally
bought a Folbot Super, which is an older model (72, last made in mid
80's), that I found on an internet bulletin board. She is old, and
probably way to slow for some of the hotrodders around, but she is
beautiful, and she has a sail rig. I am really looking forward to
getting her on the water this summer.

It is amazing how those dreams get inside you and just ache to see the
light of day. TnT