Since I can remember a big part of my summer vacation has been going to Santa Barbara Chanel Islands with my dad, brother and some friends. It always started the same way: Pack up, go down to the harbor, fall asleep, be at the islands. All of us would go to sleep and around 4:30 you would hear the boat engine roar, it would always wake me up but my brother would sleep through it. My dad always wanted to leave early so me and my brother and who ever else was there would sleep for most of the crossing. His main reason for that was because when me and my brother were younger all we did was fight and cause problems when my dad needed to focus… but what siblings don’t do that? I could sometimes fall asleep after the engine turned on but most of the time I couldn’t. After just laying there awake I would grab a blanket and a pillow and go sit in the cockpit with my dad. It was always still dark and freezing but it was a great time for me and my dad to talk about things and bond. We would play games and watch the orange of the sun slowly start to rise. Generally at about that time I would fall back asleep and of course my dad would stay awake. Then another exciting sound always came that would wake me up for the second time: THE ANCHOR!
Everyone knew what that meant. Bathing suits on and time to jump in. Of course me and my brother were always well rested and full of energy when we arrived but my dad on the other hand… not so much. Arriving for me and billy meant swimming, arriving for my dad meant sleep. So me and my brother would get all ready to swim but when we were younger we didn’t like getting in without our dad so we would sit and wait impatiently and pester my dad till finally he got annoyed enough to jump in with us. However, as we got older that changed and we got in by ourselves and let him take a nap.
Day one complete!