I was on the boat every day. You have to understand one important fact: the winter weather in southern Arizona is perfect. But day after day is beautiful, perfect for just about any outdoor activity. The weather was good, the wind was relatively calm. The city, with its famous relocated London Bridge attracting tourists, was a haven for boaters.
There was plenty of docking space and lots of restaurants within walking distance. This terrible photo is the only one I have of my boat anchored just past the swimming beach at Cattail Cove.
I packed a few things in my small day pack and walked out to the boat, which was anchored just off the beach. The bow line was secured with rocks on shore. That meant I had to wade out to the boat.
Within a few minutes, Penny and I were settled in the boat, the stern line was disconnected, and the boat was idling out toward the lake. This worked fine at Cattail Cove because there was a big No Wake area all around the beach. As I puttered out toward the lake, I was warming my engine, which, in my opinion, let out a lot of smoke when it was cold.
Once past the No Wake buoys, I opened it up to about full throttle. At RPM, that gives me about miles per hour.
