All American Weekend
An all American story about a good and patriotic feathered friend of mine . . . Read it to find out who!
The engine wouldn't start. My boyfriend was off trying to fix the jet ski while I, two friends, and a friend's dad drifted closer to shore. The sun shone bright still, with the temperature holding strong at 80. An almost perfect afternoon to start a weekend getaway, but now I had to do something I didn't like: Jump in the lake and walk on the ground to push the boat away from shore. There’s something about the slimy rocks underfoot that freaks me out.
Sporting a lifejacket a size too big, I hopped in and pushed the boat until my feet no longer touched the ground. Feeling happy and relaxed, I figured why not attach a rope to the front and start pulling the boat across the lake. Because of all my giggles about the fact that little Amanda was pulling, my girl friend put on one of the boys’ lifejackets and joined me in the water.
We’d swim sideways, on our backs, then on our stomachs again. But it was when we switched positions, we spotted something in the sky, gliding with ease. Unsure of what it might be, we hoped that it would fly lower so we could find out what exactly this big bird was. And with a swoop down, we saw the white head and knew: a Bald Eagle!
Yes, a real life, out in the wilderness, all-American symbol. We couldn’t believe our eyes! Excited about our find, we tried yelling to my boyfriend who was now attempting to make his way across the lake to shore. Throwing our arms in the air to point, we still weren’t sure if he understood what we’re talking about, but the passengers that we were towing definitely appreciated it.
As we continued to swim and pull, we joked about how in the future we’d tell stories about this afternoon. Remember that time the girls pulled the boys across the lake in the boat and spotted a bald eagle?! Then we’d laugh and chug along.
Eventually, the boat started up again, and we went back to pick up the Jet Ski and my boyfriend. Unfortunately, it took a second round of swimming the boat across the lake before finally making it to shore. It’s only been a month since that great trip to Maine, but we’re still talking about the time that the girls swam the boat across the lake and were rewarded with a rare sighting of that all-American symbol, the Bald Eagle.