Boat withdrawl

It's been twenty-three days...but who's counting? The last trip to the lake was fateful for our pontoon boat. We went to the lake for a day of fun and an evening of fireworks. Fabulous time! Even the squall that came through and soaked us was fun! That evening, after the fireworks were through and the hundreds of boats were headed back to the marina, the motor began to show signs of distress. That Johnson just chugged and choked until we could go little more than idle speed. Thank God we had good friends that stayed by our side until we made it the five miles to the boat ramp. We sputtered along all the way up to the ramp and then that Johnson gave out. We were able to hold her in the water and back the trailer under her to get out of the water. Luckily, it took us so long to arrive at the ramp, that there was no line! The diagnosis, terminal. Now, twenty-three days later I'm having horrible lake withdrawl! I miss my boat! We spent a lot of happy times on the water with family and friends. Maybe we can find a new motor, reasonably. But will it be in time for Labor Day? Will we get to go back to the lake? Tune in next time when you might hear Jeff say...."Want to go to the lake?" .....I can only hope!