Sink and swim

So, after a low key day enjoying the tourist ridden wonderland that is Bar Harbor, Sarah and I decided to gtfo. We headed southward to see an old college chum of hers in Bostonish (a suburb of Boston. Look it up [don't look it up]), but not before something happened. Something...magical.

They let me drive a boat!

This boat! The whole thing!

Lemme back up a bit. Sarah works on a whale watch boat...thing. Boat goes out to whales, you get the idea, and her friend is captain of the boat. Boats need gas, and the gas guy only comes around once in a while, so we had to take the boat to the boat gas, or it would become more of a large buoy.

The sunrise that goes with the sunset from the last post.

On the way, for reasons I can only guess at- they assumed my lack of swimming ability would result in heightened investment in the boat's boatworthyness, they don't like this particular boat very much- they casually pushed me up to the boat...wheel. Handlebars. Reigns. Look, I don't, like, boat much. Anyway, turns out there's way more shit to run into in the ocean than you'd (I'd) think, but we arrived safely and they only had to wrench the boatreigns out of my hands once. 

And I drove a boat!