"Tara and I are going shopping!" My mother yelled as she climbed onto the boat. "I also need your dirty clothes. I'm going to the Laundry Mat." We all got our clothes and put them in the large, green laundry bags. My mom got her and dad's dirty clothes because my dad was sick. We all went up to our small Rent-A-Car and helped each other put the clothes in the tiny trunk; my dad and I headed back to the boat.

"Ok," my dad said. "You're going up the mast." I did not know what he was talking about. He went up on the deck of the boat and to our dingy that was on top of the boat. He got out a small chair and tied it to a rope (he called it the main halyard). I got in it and he hoisted me up. I went up about half the mast and the wind started blowing real hard. I was swinging back and forth. Dad lifted me up further. I slid a little string through a pulley and he brought me back down. "That was fun!" I yelled.

I went down below and got a drink of water while my dad struggled to get the line through the radar reflector. I came up after drinking my water and he told me that I had to go back up again because he pulled the line out from the pulley. I went down stairs and got a wet cloth and came back up, I was going to clean the spreaders while I was up there. He pulled me back up and I strung the line through the pulley, and then cleaned the spreaders. After a little while I got back down and we went inside and watched a "WKRP in Cincinnati" episode.