Y'all, we're on empty...

This weekend was so much fun! Of course, it was very busy and I am exhausted this morning, but we couldn't have asked for a better time.

I do have one funny story to share. We rented a boat for the weekend and set out on Saturday morning to go pick it up from the marina. Jerry, at the marina, gets us all set up and tells us several times, to just make sure we watch the gauge on the gas tank so we don't out of gas. We agreed that we would, and left the marina on our way to the lakehouse we had rented- with only the help of a small map I printed off the internet and virtually no knowledge of the part of the lake we were one.

We were going along fine for about 20 minutes or so, when I went back to check on the gas gauge, and saw that it was hovering dangerously close to empty, and we hadn't seen a single marina in our travels. Of course, we kind of panicked, and doing the only thing we knew, we slowed the boat down to barely above idle speed and continued on our way, calling the girls still at the house to go to the gas station and get us some gas in gas cans.

We felt like we were still heading in the right direction, at least, but still had no clue which cove was ours, and didn't want to pick the wrong one for fear that we would run out of gas in an isolated cove and not be able to get help. We saw some men fishing and pulled up to ask them where the closest place to get gas was and they told us it was in the direction we had come, although we hadn't seen any place like that. We then asked them where the golf course (which we were using as a landmark from our map) was, and they pointed to this big grassy field to our right. Knowing that if that was really the golf course, we were way turned around, we put our heads together and decided that these men were wrong, and the "golf course" was actually an air strip.

So, we decided to journey on because in the distance we could see a bunch of boats and thought it might be a marina, or at the very least, somewhere we could get some gas or better directions. As we were nearing the marina, we decided to say a prayer that we would find our cove or be able to get gas before being stranded in the lake. Just before our destination marina, we saw a cove that we *thought* could be ours and decided to take a chance. We drove up into the cove and, in the distance, could see some people on a dock. As we neared that dock, we realized that it was our group. I swear that was the happiest and most relieved I have felt in a long time. We were jumping up and down yelling and celebrating our good fortune- although I think it was God's answer to our prayer.

Now, here's the best part. We pull up at the dock, and unscrew the cap of the gas tank to put more gas in, and the tank is OVER HALF FULL, but the gauge is dead on Empty. We were so mad! Yes, in hindsight we should have checked the tank when we saw it said Empty (as WEG keeps telling me), but Jerry was so adamant about us watching the gauge, that I just thought it had to be right. So, the moral of the story is, if you think you're out of gas on a pontoon, check the tank before assuming the worst, because those gauges SUCK!