April did us a favor and, after bringing us a little spring storm, it warmed up nicely this weekend. 50 degrees uncovered all sorts of treasures for us, mostly mud and things stuck in mud…like dog poop, leftover construction materials and the Christmas tree that made it out the door, but not quite to the garbage pit.
We set out then in that spring air to do some tidying. When the weather warms up I get crazy. I want to do everything that I haven’t been able to do (because of the seven months of snow and subzero temperatures) all in one day.
I want to till up the garden spot. I want to plant grass seeds. I want to finish the garage. I want to ride all eight horses. I want to buy baby chicks from Tractor Supply. I want to roll up my pants and wade in the creek. I want to fix the barn. I want to start our landscaping project. I want to work on my tan. I want to go swimming. I want to make margaritas and grill burgers and have a deck party.
I want to buy a boat…
Yes, a few days of warm weather will get the plans rolling. And the smell of the thaw, the sound of the water, the blue sky and sun and things uncovered by melting snow had me poking around the place, in search of projects, things I could accomplish.
And in my search I stumbled upon one of the ranch’s most unique relics. Sitting next to the shop covered loosely by a blue tarp and snow turned to ice water is Husband’s yellow boat, the one he brought with us to the ranch when we were first married. The one he built with his dad during the long winter nights when we were all just trying to make it out of high school alive.
The one he took me out in, to go fishing down in Bear Den, a little unknown nook of Lake Sakakawea a few miles from the ranch. The tiny hand-made boat where we sat back to back and trolled the shore, with nothing but sun-seeds, a couple beers and worms in our cooler.
And when the sun started sinking down below those buttes that surrounded the lake, it was that boat that got us stuck. Stuck in mud up to the floorboards of Husband’s little Dodge.
And there we sat. The little pickup connected to the little boat, stuck in the bottom of a badlands canyon, a new husband scratching his head and a wife in flip-flops clawing her way up the steep, cactus ridden banks that held them on a prayer that maybe her cell phone might find enough signal to call Pops to come and rescue them.
Pops, who had no idea where they went in the first place.
Pops, who wasn’t home, but got the message an hour or so later..
“Dad…*scratch scratch*…stuck….*static static*….Bear Den…*crackle crackle*…”
When I think spring I think of that fishing trip with my husband. When I think of that fishing trip, I think of that boat. When I think of that boat I think about mud and dads and how they have so many ways of saving us…
So I wrote this.
Coming Home: Little yellow boat never meant for fishing
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by Jessie Veeder
Happy thaw out. May this season bring mud and good memories….
Oh I’m with you. All day I have been staring at the patio with no patio furniture and nothing growing yet, picturing a BBQ and a wine tasting with friends. Hurry! Please. I can’t wait either.
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I wish I had a boat to get stuck in!!!
Through your vivid descriptions of the end of the winter season, I have experienced a bit of it. Living in California since many years I have lost the feel of real winters. I know that many envy us our short periods of cold and rain, but true winters allow for good writing too.
So thank you.
And the story of the boat is lovely.
Just Love this,xo
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I love your writing, it always makes me smile 🙂
Fished and camped at Bear Den with your Pops. Caught fish. Slept on tarps. Pops warped a laminate bow left in the sun. Buffalo came to water in am. Your Pops first one awake..0530..gave a yell and dove into the water…took a hike up a butte..viewed Veeder ranch to the west. Circa 1985. Drove home. These things I will not forget! So I know where you got stuck..nice place!!JS