Hitchabilities

We had an appointment for the hitch install on Tuesday, but the wrong parts were ordered, so it didn't get finished until Thursday afternoon. No worries. The dreams that come from owning a hitch become numerous as the process unfolds. As I stood at the counter discussing the possibilities with the sales person, I imagined a horse trailer, a sailboat, a kayak, a trailer packed with my adult children's things, even a speedboat for water-skiing on the delta at home. Am I the only one who loves possibilities? This I cannot answer today. But love them I do.

Lexie's New Hitch

 I was so enamored with the idea of pulling things that when I saw a small sailboat complete with trailer parked along San Juan Valley Road with a for sale sign on it, I remarked that it could be a possible purchase. I can actually buy my own small sailboat now I thought; the $200 price tag beckoning me to stop and take a look. But stop there, I did not. The obstacles for actually keeping and sailing the boat were as numerous as the possibilities.

I pictured enough space to park and leave the boat here at my brother's Friday Harbor property. I envisioned my family members and me sailing out of the harbor laughing and smiling - all the while watching Orcas and other marine animals pass us by. We could even sail her home, I thought. Then reality came back to me. No. We should pull her home. That lovely vision of me driving with my hitch being used to it's fullest crept into my consciousness, as I daydreamed. I mentioned my thoughts to my husband, who was sitting next to me driving out to Lime Kiln Whale Watching Park, so we could collaborate on possible solutions.

We even got so far as to realize that if we were actually going to buy the boat, we would have to go for a sail in it. The owner(s) would surely take us for a sail in the effort to close the deal. If we chose not to buy it, the worst case would be the free Friday Harbor sail. In that moment, we were both sold. We began planning a stop to query about the $200 sailboat.

I'm not exactly sure why we decided to take a pass on stopping to take a closer look while returning to my brother's cabin for the evening. Maybe it was the mountain passes I envisioned on the drive home with a Uhaul trailer in tow through three states that seemed a tad more important. Maybe it was the thought that we could likely get the same deal on Craig's List at home. Maybe it was my thinking that she was dry docked for a reason, as in... because she wasn't sea worthy. Maybe it was because she would have to sit here in the rain (this is the Northwest after all), waiting for us to return to pick her up months later. Maybe I just didn't want to hassle with any of it and enjoy my stay at Friday Harbor. Who knows why the urge to buy that boat as passed? Suffice it to say that the urge did pass, but think of the endless possibilities. I have a hitch!