Today it's been 2 years since Dad passed away. Time has helped to heal the wound of losing him but the pain still lingers. He was my father, mentor and friend too. He's on my mind often lately so I thought I might share another story.
Dad loved to go fishing on the coast and he was an old salty dog of the sea. He had been in the Navy and I thought he naturally just knew everything about being at sea. It was 1983, I was eighteen and he decided that we needed to hit the coast because there was a hurricane coming and he thought that was when the fishing would be awesome! I had complete faith in Dad and was convinced that his fishing knowledge was the best I had ever seen. Let's go fishing!
We arrived at Port Aransas the day before hurricane Alicia was to arrive near Houston. We loaded up the gear and got the boat ready while everyone else was taking their boats OUT. That's when I realized that maybe we weren't being too dang smart. I started asking questions and Dad reassured me that he knew what he was doing.
We rode out 25 miles into the Gulf with full tanks of fuel, calm seas, fishing! We caught a few fish and then it just stopped. We weren't catching any fish so I suggested that we head back to shore and avoid the bad weather. Dad reluctantly agreed, so we started back. The wind and rough seas arrived right after we were heading back. The waves got really big in less than an hour, then it got scary.
The wind picked up after big waves arrived. We were in an eighteen foot Bayliner boat, no radio and getting hammered by eighteen foot waves. I got really seasick and couldn't do anything but hug the rail and throw up. With each swell that came, we rode over the top and dropped to the bottom of the next swell...shaking the boat fiercely. "BOOM!" After a few hours, I crawled into the cabin with a bucket, vomiting until I had the dry heaves. Dad fought the wind and waves by himself for the entire day and into the evening. I was useless.
When he finally could see land again he called me out to help him spot a place that we could get off the dang boat. No landmarks, just get the hell away from the water! We found a pier and tied up the boat and we rode out the rest of the storm with some people that took us into their home. We were lucky and Dad admitted that he didn't realize the power of a hurricane. That's when I realized that he didn't actually always have everything handled, that I wasn't always safe just being with him.
Somehow, we always survived his adventures....he certainly kept life interesting! Nothing ventured, nothing gained.