This morning I arrived at the lake, payed the daily state park fee, and started getting rigged up. As I opened the Water Master bag an image immediately formed in my head. I could vividly picture the two oars leaned in the corner of the hall closet thirty minutes away. I quickly jumped back in the truck and headed back home for the oars.
After picking up the oars and hitting the gas station I was back en-route to the lake. I pulled back into the parking area and started getting everything rigged up. I walked the boat to the waters edge and the moment the rubber hit water the wind went from zero to twenty. I stood for a second trying to make a decision on whether to deal with the wind or head back home again. The seven dollar state park fee loomed large and I decided to head into the whitecaps.
While it is always good to spend some time on the water, this morning was not full of good decision making. I arrived back home and told my wife about the wind. All she said was ,"That is what the forecast was saying." Looks like I might want to check the forecast next time.